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Everlasting Fairy Tales

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Beauty and the Beast pic

Beauty and The Beast was the first book of fairy tales that came as a gift from an aunt. A cherished book till date, I had taken a fancy for its dream-like pictures that told the story below each page. The big prints and its simple language made it an easy to read book.

I read and re-read the book for I could never understand the relationship, or the concept of the story. My mother tried to explain the theme of the story as “a love story that speaks about selflessness, kindness, loyalty, and above all loving your family.” The fear of the beast was soon erased from my little mind. Since then I have been reading the story from a different perspective.

My approach towards Snow White, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, the story of the Three Bears and such other tales, had changed by then. The pictures gave me pleasure, but the stories were read “thoughtfully”. They became inspiring and moral stories. The question “why so” became a task my mother handled carefully.

With passing ages, these books became objects of beauty. Yet, the stories remained strongly ingrained. However, it was amusing to watch the familiar stories when I was introduced to television. The trend continued with movies being made on these stories, upholding the traditional themes but interpreted in a more realistic setting.

The latest movie, Beauty and the Beast, simply reiterates the fact that the classic fairy tales are indispensable. No matter “how they are retold”, they are captivating and enduring. A fantasy of everlasting relationships. “And they lived happily ever after”.

Fridge Magnets, A Source of Joy

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The refrigerator stood in the kitchen with more adornments than it can take. A storyboard it appeared, with not just the props but the locations as well. These souvenirs, gathered over a period of time, were memoirs of the places travelled.

A few chits and notes of daily activities, a recipe of beetroot juice, and a fancy ribbon hung below a fridge magnet. Their co-existence has been a taken for granted affair, and to such an extent that, the particular fridge magnet is in shambles. Yet, it refuses to give up.

The dial-shaped magnet with a flat base, has remained fixed on the spot for years! It is undeniably a good quality fridge magnet. Technically speaking, it is a permanent magnet “often magnetised during manufacture with alternating north and south poles on the refrigerator side.” However, the new additions of fridge magnets appear to be ‘more of sticker and less of a conventional fridge magnet’.

Be it the familiar flowers, fruits and animals or maps, miniatures and cartoons, every house has got one or the other kind of decorative magnet for their refrigerator. In fact, customised fridge magnets with family photos in various permutations and combinations seem to add a personal touch.

A friend of mine described her collection of fridge magnets as “a source of happiness”. Indeed the fridge magnets are a source of happiness. They are the ornaments that remind us of our happier times, day after day. As for the refrigerator, isn’t it a member of our family?

Wasting Time A Creative Gain?

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Idling away time with a pen/pencil and paper often brings the creative side in us. A few strokes, dots, and circles are the first work of art. If the paper has some printed date column or a picture,  over-writing on them with scatter of flowers soon follows. Still not convinced, practice signatures, writing name over and over. Wonder, how many wavering thoughts pass by.

Ultimately, the shapes move on from circles, triangles and squares to drawing disfigured people. With it feathers creative thinking and the lines become bolder in creating a desired look. Amazing it is, to observe the passing thoughts settling for stability.

When amongst friends, we share a joke about the drawing: compare them to each other, put words into them and make them a representation of us. At times the imagination is far better than the reality that we are faced with. And we simply love it.

However, the practice, not very much appreciated, is glared at as “wasting time”. When questioned, our answer remains, “I had nothing better to do.” Interestingly, it is one of those “wasted moments” that reward a flight of imagination. It causes unrestrained wandering and willing submission of our mind.

Yeah! We keep knocking at the door of creativity.

No doubt, The Department of English at the University of Pennsylvania has given a serious thought before formulating the course titled ‘Wasting time on the Internet’ (Spring, 2015). Indeed, wasting time is not creating, but a serendipitous moment of creative flicker.

Dearly Beloved Diary

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diary old

I’ve lost some friends

I truly cherished,

For whom I’m greatly sorrowed

These friends aren’t humans who have perished.

They’re books that humans borrowed.

This little poetry, I could not recollect the name of the poet, was published in Reader’s Digest years ago. I had written it down from my habit of collecting quotes and poetry. With time, my habits changed and the sources of happiness were many in the offing. And the collection of quoted wisdom was lost in the familiar surroundings of my home.

Abandoned to the point of being burnt, recently, the oldest of the diaries was recovered from the amassed fortune of old and out-of-print publications. It has a cover print of Mughal miniature painting, the precise reason for making it a precious book.

The years rolled backwards. I glanced through the pages of quotes/poems. From Bhagavad Gita to Sri Ramakrishna Paramahamsa’s words and H.W. Longfellow to W.B Yeats, there were many known, anonymous and translations.

Some philosophical and some practicality, yet they all spoke the same language – Language of Life. I felt, as if, I was having a secret communication: the words that weaved a way of life to humble living and deep thinking. The book appeared to be life personified.

Old and yellowing pages, delicate to touch, made it difficult for me to leaf through the pages. My emotions reined my thoughts. Ironically, the page that turned without much fuss was to the poem “Dearly Beloved”.

The diary was my dearly beloved possession long time ago, not “borrowed” or shared. Yet, I lost her in transition for reasons I cannot recollect. However, the fading handwritten words promised a reunion, and held a lifetime teaching… (A Malayalam translation quoted on the facing page of “Dearly Beloved”)

“As the sand drifts away below our feet when we stand on the seashore, the days roll on, never to come back.”