A long time ago, there lived a boy. His name was Thegor, he lived in a cold, harsh desert known as Ladakh. As he and his family worked to eke out a living, he also wished for many different things, such as a good dinner or the mass murder of German tourists who raft on the Zanskar river. Thegor tried many different things such as praying to god, being a good person, and buttering fate. However none of his wishes ever came true, no matter what he did.
Once, Thegor starved himself for nine days straight in order to curry the favor of the gods, which was said to be the practice of many people south of his home. He got very hungry and nearly died of starvation, but didn’t get any of his wishes fulfilled. Another time, he tried to take a dip in the fast-flowing and freezing cold Zanskar to purify himself of sin to better the chances of his wishes coming true. None of his strategies had any successful results, which made him very sad.
Thegor began to try many alternative strategies like reducing the importance of his wishes. He started to wish for very small things like finding an interesting rock near the river or hoping that purple rocks are wholly purple. He also tried different things which people hadn’t tried before such as sacrificing rocks to the cosmic lords by throwing them at the stars at night, once he did this and the rock came back and hit him on the head. He took this as a rejection of his wishes and got discouraged.
Eventually Thegor grew up, and started working on the small piece of land his father had left for him. He worked at the farm all day, trying to grow vegetables in a desert. He didn’t forget about the wishes he had when he was younger, but now he didn’t have time to try and make them come true. He left his wishes behind and began to live his life as normally as he could.
One day Thegor got into a disagreement with a shopkeeper over the price of cranberries. The argument degenerated into a fight which was broken up by others in the shop. This shopkeeper was not a forgiving man and held a grudge against him.
Many years later, the shopkeeper became the leader of the Panchayat of the village. This shopkeeper still held a grudge against him and ordered his arrest on charges of aiding the Chinese and being an informant. Thegor could not deny the charges as he did trade with the Chinese and nobody wanted to give him legal advice or be his lawyer.
Thegor ran to his house near his small farm, eventually the panchayat sent a horde of police officers after him. Thegor fled from his home. He stayed in exile for a few days, hydrating himself from a nearby stream. However, he soon started to feel hungry. He used the only resources he had, a few rocks to make a wish. He stacked a few rocks and made a wish for food and shelter somewhere. Then he kept moving up the stream and found an abandoned house which still had sheep, a bed, and assorted appliances.
For once in his life Thegor had gotten his wish! He documented this fact and wrote about this stack of rocks. He lived in this new house for a decade before dying a peaceful death.
Years later, a trekking group lost their way and found this house, along with the documentation about the stack of rocks. They made a wish using a stack of rocks and found a way back to the proper trail.
They shared this documentation with the people in ladakh and the stack of rocks was named thegor, taking after its first user. To this day people use thegor to make a wish that may actually come true.