Tairy Fales

So, I was inspired to write a post on what have my Fairytales taught me in life. In childhood, each story has some morals at the end, some lesson you learned from it. But, more often than not, fairytales get to us in the best possible way, and we all, especially us girls wanna be the leading lady in the tale, wanting to go through all her hardships just to find our happy ending. But does real life ever has a happy ending even after a long struggle?

I know some of you are nodding in Yes, while others are nodding in a No. My answer would be Yes, happy endings are there, but a lot different, we all don’t end up with our prince and live happily ever after. Some of us are our own Heroes, making things work on our own, making the ending happy. Some have it smooth and some have it Uneven.

plate_cinderella_7348My first Favourite was “Cinderella”, for obvious reasons. I mean who won’t like a down on her luck girl who goes from rags to riches over a glass shoe? And then there was the Fairy Godmother, the one in a blue ball gown that turns inane things like Pumpkin and Rats into glass carriages and fat coaches. You know the scenes I loved was when she would turn her tattered dress into a gown made of weaved silks and satins. I would often stand in front of the mirror and imagine myself in that gown and a Prince Charming to give his heart to me at first look. One that would go to the ends of the Earth with my memory, carrying it like a fragile glass shoe and won’t rest till he finds me, or swear to spurn the world for me. It was an assurance of true love, of love at first sight, of the undying quest for your perfect match. But you know in the end, when Cinderella forgives her step mom and step sisters, that taught me somethings very important, and they were “The higher you rise, the humble you get”, “Power is not always in exercising it, but it’s in forgiveness.” and lastly “Revenge is not the only way to punish, exemption too, brings guilt”. As a kid I wanted her to punish the three vile women, but as I grew up, I understood her need to let them go. I try to practice it sometimes now. You know, I come from my partied by 12 since forever by default. Lol.

be26fcbe9b43112df7c7c959d273224cNext on my list is everyone’s favourite, “Snow White And The Seven Dwarves”. Now who doesn’t love some adventure, being thrown out of your palace seems more like a reward than a punishment when you have the adventure in your heart. A princess and the most pretty one at that left to the whims of a stepmom, who isn’t just evil but a witch too. What could be more debilitating than that? The part I loved most was when the executioner wouldn’t kill her but have mercy letting her go, never to return, In my heart, I would be happy, that now she will be living fearlessly, in woods if not in palaces. But then something even better happens when she finds seven dwarves, who would fill her heart with love and warmth like never before. They become her mother, her brother, her friend, her guides and saviours. It taught me that “When life brings you to your all-time low, don’t lose hope, something awesome is just waiting for you round the corner.” I also learned that “Happiness could be found in huts, not just palaces and love can be found in people you never deemed worthy enough”, and the last but not the least one is “Mirror never lies”. You can fool yourself, but the mirror will speak the truth, no matter what. Though that book has given me a general prudence towards eating Apples. Especially if given by a stranger.

3f81664d121deb252b87f7e08fcb657f.jpgThe third on my list is a compliment all girls get once in a while, and that is “Sleeping Beauty”. Now sleeping beauty is different in one way, Aurora, the princess, has no evil stepmom, but she wasn’t spared the evilness. She got it in one witch. Now, what I Love about Sleeping Beauty is the fact that sleep helps keep your beauty intact, which happened to the young Aurora when she was put to a 100 yrs of sleep(I believe we all look prettier sleeping). But here too we have our prince to the rescue, as we know that he will come for his damsel, and kiss her with all his might and wake her up. It teaches some crucial life lessons. First one is that “True love will come for you, even if it takes a 100 yrs for it to arrive”, Second one is that “You can’t avoid what’s fated for you” as we know that despite the king taking every precaution and burning every spindle, he couldn’t save his darling from ill fate. The last one which is evident in every fairytale is “True love has the power to move mountains and can bring you back from death”.

And yes “Always double-check your guest list and make sure no one important is left out”, LOL. BTW I loved the Maleficient version too, it gave an excellent insight into the witches mind and gave quite a rational reason to her cursing the little, Aurora, or no invitation seemed real lame reason to curse that bad. So now we are wiser, we know that witches have a heart too and they have their reasons, thanks to Angelina Jolie.

Fairy tales are stories of magic, wonder, and enchantment. They’re stories that feature fantastic creatures, a faraway place, and dreamlike elements. They explore myth and take you to magical lands. You’ve heard your child say it before: “Tell me a story.” Reading a book or telling a fairy tale before bed is one of the most validated reasons to snuggle up and postpone bedtime just a wee bit. Today, especially, is the perfect day to cosy in with your child and start a story with the classic “Once upon a time…” we’ve all come to know so well and yes, don’t forget to end it with “And they lived happily ever after”……

PS: Stepmoms are not always evil, I have personally known some real loving ones.

The Girl On The Bus!(Part Two)

 

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by Sakhi

The light was green, the bus was moving and had crossed the Zebra crossing as he looked at her retreating back vanish when she took a left turn in the first lane, and he was aware that with a sense of doom. He gripped the handles of the door tightly, telling himself that he has no business with her, she was just a co-passenger. He turned to get back to his seat and was about to sit when he saw something flash under the seat she had occupied minutes ago.

It was glinting in the sunlight, curious, he bent and crawled a little picking it up. It was a solitaire diamond ring; he has never seen one that big in his whole life. “Must have cost her a fortune? He thought,”Maybe it was a gift from someone, maybe from the one in the picture she tore away”. Suddenly he felt his heart fill with an Enthusiasm and he did a turnaround, grabbed his laptop bag tightly around his neck and arm and ran for the door. The bus was still moving slow when he got down and ran in the direction she had gone. Without looking this or that side, he ran at full speed dodging into people on the kerb road, saying a quick sorry to each shoulder he bumped into, taking the first left and squinting its length when he came to a crossroads. It was leading to three roads except the one he came from. He stood there a little breathless looking here and there for a sign of her which would lead him to her, but no, she wasn’t seen around. He climbed the overhead bridge to scan the roads from a height when he saw her emerge from a shop right ahead. He shouted loudly waving the hand in which he held the ring “Hello, Hello MA’AM, HEY YOU FROM THE BUS”, she looked here and there and then saw him up there. There was indifference on her face that was replaced by shock and then anger as she turned and walked real fast in the opposite direction. He saw her give him a dodge and got down the overhead bridge and ran after her.

running-away.jpgHe didn’t know why he was so desperate to return her the ring, to talk to her, to know what trouble she was in when she apparently wanted him to leave her alone. He ran at full speed as she too increased her pace but caught with her and snatched her wrist. She was made to turn in a circle with the impact as he went for a spin himself and they both fell to the ground. He was thrown to left and she to the right. He sat up and took few deep breaths holding the stitch in his side as she looked at him with obvious anger from where she sat up. They both got up simultaneously as he saw her come up to him. Her eyes were blazing with anger; he felt weak to see the smouldering eyes bore into his. “Who the hell do you think you are? Loafer! Romeo!, good for nothing stalker. How dare you follow me? A girl is never safe in this city. I will take you to the police and get you arrested for stalking” She said with hateful anger in one go as he let her talk, but he felt his anger boil up and surface when he showed her the palm of his hand and kept a finger on his lips, signalling her to stop talking. His action made her stop talking in reflex as she was hyperventilating in anger and he grabbed her right hand, and placed her ring in her palm, closing it back in a fist and threw her hand back to her side. She was speechless as she opened her palm again and saw the single, round diamond sitting in her palm.

She stood there looking at the ring as her eyes teared up once again, but this time he did not let her see his heart melt and walked back to the way he came. There was so much he wanted to say, to ask, but his self-respect was second to none, and she has just insulted him real bad without any mistake. He was walking briskly and went back to the red light and slumped on a side railing, waiting for the next bus. He never realised, but he was seething with rage. Looking at his watch, he cursed himself for being the impulsive fool. Now he will reach home late and miss the match. He has been waiting for the India-Pakistan match for so long. He had betted good money in this game. This was the only flaw in him, he loved to bet some money on matches, though he knew it was not right, the thrill to watch the game increased manifolds if he knew his money was on it. He was an ardent cricket fan and never had better money anywhere else in his whole life. The last match he lost all the money, but today he was sure to win. He was lost in thought when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

2D54DDFA00000578-3269544-image-m-60_1444661380492.jpgHe turned around to see who it was when he saw the same girl standing there. “You? Why are you back? I am a stalker and a Loafer and a Romeo Madam; please steer clear of me.” he spoke spitefully. She was quite as she held her head down and told a Sorry. It was hardly audible over the Delhi traffic, but he heard it loud and clear, the most heartfelt sorry it was which made him guilty instantaneously. He watched as two fat tear drop rolled down her face as she sniffed and wiped them off with a flimsy handkerchief. Looking up she gave him a weak smile and said “Thank you so much, I couldn’t afford to lose that ring; it was all I had to sell” her voice broke as she talked. “You saw me come out of that shop, I went to sell this ring only, but when I did not find it in my bag I was broken and that shopkeeper humiliated me as well. So when I came out and saw you, I was annoyed at the whole world. I knew I had lost it on the bus and had no hope to get it back. But thanks to you, you came back all that way to return it, and you missed your bus as well for me. And me, I am so ungrateful, I scolded you instead of thanking you” In one go she said it all and was resolved back into tears. He didn’t know what to say and how to react, “Do you always talk without breaks, not letting the other person speak ?” he said looking earnestly into her face and saw it broke into a warm smile as she wiped her tears, nodding her head in a no.

“Now that you have found your ring and I have missed my bus a second time, let us help each other. Would you like to share what is troubling you with me, maybe I can be of help ?” He said pointing to the bus that just passed the signal as she followed it. She looked at him as if sizing him up, deciding whether he is good enough to help her or share her problem with. An unsure look clouded the weak smile on her lips as she parted her lips and closed them back. He was quiet, he knew that this morning is not a typical morning, he knew some strange phenomenon had brought them together today, and he was waiting for the day to unfold itself as he looked at her keenly.

Read Part One…..