Fairy gales!

Once upon a time in a far, far away kingdom called ‘Dhorra’[place where I live. i know. eww name!] a pretty little princess was zipping around happily on her fairy ride (scooty) dodging a puddle here, a bumpy bump there, when suddenly she was hit.....................

(gotcha!)................with an idea! She thought, as she made her way across what-passed- under-the–name-of-road, what if she didn’t have to drive everywhere by herself, no matter how royal her fairy ride was, of course? What if she had a driver?!
It was just that she was bored with driving herself alone and decided she needed a driver, while she could sit in the ‘royal’ back seat and enjoy the wind in her hair.........But who would want to apply for such a post which would not pay him/her anything?.............yes, this was the pretty little princess’ secret. She was a
‘poor princess’!
Oh, she had all the trinkets and baubles she needed and all other things which were necessary for a comfortable living-food, clothes, her own princess bed, internet, some more clothes, junk food, oxygen.................and of course love. Everyone loved her, for she was a lovely little princess. But she did not have money. Oh no, no. The King(her royal father) would give her everything but money, for he adviced-‘She who hath money in thy hands, is a free bird’. And he could not let his pretty princess fly away. Because after all, everyone loved her.
So thus she wondered how she could possibly have a driver for her royal ride when she had no money? She thought, Oh poor little me, i have no money, where shall i find a driver? She thought she could sell something of hers’ and get money, but she couldn’t really part with her so-lovingly-given-trinkets, could she? Oh no. She could not. You see readers, she had become a spoilt little princess. Love did that to her(and not the trinkets.)
Thus she went on thinking. What remedy had she? How to entice a driver?.............As she was passing by a dinghy little shop, she saw a little boy sitting idly by and staring at her. He was wearing ragged clothes and seemed very dirty. The little princess slowed her fairy ride to a halt. She thought, this little boy seems old enough to drive, and he seems poorer than me! oh poor soul! Maybe if I give him something to eat everyday, he would want to drive me around!?!................................... Yes, I am so brilliant, she thought.
She hesitantly gave him a smile. The boy did not change his expression. He kept the same expression he had, when he was staring at her-blank. She widened her smile, and his expression changed. The pretty little princess thought he seemed curious. But dear readers, the truth was, his expression said something else. It said
- oh-my-gawd-is-this-the-mad-woman-everyone-laughs-about?
The princess cleared her throat and asked the little boy, “Greetings, my little man. I have a request to make. Will you be kind enough to drive me around on my fairy ride if i give you good things to eat everyday? It’s just for one or two hours a day. That is, i hope you know how to drive?”
And she kept on smiling.
The boy hesitated and then said,
“I know how to drive, ma’am, but i need a little practice first. Then i could surely help you, ma’am.”
“But of course, my little man.” The princess replied, smiling. “Here, try this. It’s very easy. It’s just in the balance.” She got down from her fairy ride and handed it to him.
The little boy sat tentatively at first and then after a while, he seemed to relax. The princess encouraged him,
“Go on, it’s very easy.”
The boy looked at her then and smiled shyly. He started the engine and advanced. Slowly he could balance and soon he picked up speed. The princess laughed after him, “There you go. A fast learner!”
Soon, the boy could only be seen at a distance. The princess smiled and sat down beside the shop. Yes, i am so very resourceful and smart, she thought to herself, Father will be so proud!
Thus she sat there contented, and waited for the boy to come zipping back.
And she waited. And waited. And waited.
But the boy...............he never came................................!
And they say to this day, the pretty little princess never had any more ideas.

my poetry.

This is a poem i wrote a long time back. It’s about a woman who has all the money, name fame..................the works. But she realizes as she reaches the ‘top’ position, that there’s no one to share her life, and success is not what it’s cracked up to be. See, I was running out of ideas as to what to post about, so i thought of putting this up. Bear it :), until i crack my brains for something else to post. Love all.
All that glitters.......
I hear the sound of silence,
In this spring-filled blossomed paradise,
I watch the ripples to oblivion,
And I breathe a tranquil sigh.

I notice a dried-old leaf,
Brown with age and so dead,
The dew glistens on its surface,
So enticing to its effect.

I smile inwardly at the irony,
Me and the leaf so alike,
All glitter and gloss on surface,
And it’s all obsolete inside.

My heart’s devoid of desires,
Each day comes and shifts along,
The monotony has entrapped me,
Is this where I belong?

On the ‘top’ i am believed to be,
And so may be the truth i reckon,
Since no one’s there beside me,
All alone i stand, so withdrawn.

I breathe out another sigh,
But not as tranquil to effect,
It’s time again to fake the smiles,
And face what I have come to detest.

P.S: I sound so bitter and sad.......but to make myself clear, this is not about ‘me’(since i’m no where near ‘success’. But a girl’s allowed to write imaginary crap sometimes![since reality crap is nowhere to be found these days]......).
So my advice-Success is not money, it’s happiness. (I have been going on about ‘success’ a lot lately...............hmmmm.............i wonder........:O)

Living memories

I have been busy the past few days having ‘fun time’ with my cousins who came for a visit. But now that they are gone, it’s kinda lonely here.(seeing that mom has also gone with them for a holiday visit and so there are no shrieking voices reverberating around the walls of the house to ‘get up!’ or ‘eat your meal’ or ‘stop doing that!’ or ‘what’s that under your pillow?’[oops, that’s for my bro! ;)] or ‘clean your room’ or ‘buzz off!’(oh wait, that’s my bro) or ‘get up’ (yeah, i sleep a lot!) well.........you get the picture.)Anyway, the time i got to spend with my cousins was a great one. I couldn’t help feeling nostalgic, these times have been so few and far between lately. When we were young(not that i’m old! Goobly woobly goo gaa[just reinforced that for good measure. I am still a baby guys!].....gaaaaa!) everyone used to gather at the ‘home front’(the true home after all) and forget about their jobs, and schools, and depressions and just get down and dirty(not that one, you perverts!), i mean the literal down and dirty. Splashing in the mud and rain, running after each other for innumerable things, like ‘he hit me!’, ‘he stole my mango’ or ‘i can kick your ass you brute’(of course the language was not so civilised!) .........it brings back so many memories, and i know that most of us look back to such days once in a while and reminisce about them............it always brings smiles and tears(gawd, i have been watching too much bollywood crap, forgive me!)
And Now? No one has a free day from the job, or the school, even 1st graders are stuck at ‘home’ pouring over books meant for an MBBS graduate(okay that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but believe me, its not too far from the truth.) now summers are meant to sit at home and pour over ‘holiday homework’ for the kids, and for the grown-ups ‘summers’ only mean added perspiration at work. ‘Playing’ now means having a go at their PS2s and nintendos which only teach them violence and that Which Must Not Be Named [ ;) ] For me, since I’m going to join my college to pursue my MBA soon(on the 21st of June) it’s the last ‘fun time’ i could have coz now it’s straight from the gruelling course to the gruelling job. So forgive me for sounding so down, because i can’t help it. I’m venturing out of my home town for the first time, and i’m excited beyond excitement, but there’s of course a little bit of nostalgia lingering behind.Here’s to ‘life and success’ which is NOT about earning and high-flying, but about how many times have you REALLY laughed and cherished.
WARNING: All the above written text is inspired from watching too many bollywood movies and Indian Serials, and has no connection with the author’s original and much-esteemed viewpoints in any case. The author was momentarily out of her senses and hence takes no responsibility if you were bored, thereof. The rights too sue her for the same have been stripped from court and hence will not be entertained in any case.