Nightly rituals that turned to be lessons

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Bedtime Stories.”

Bedtime stories and watching Arabian nights on television were the only part of my childhood that I am still amiable to. And I made sure that every  night, before I actually fall asleep (or rather do the crocodile tail dance with my legs) I listen to at least one good story. My mom was the best at making up stories, but then she also depleted her imagination tank one day and that’s how I ended up with the books mentioned here in the post. Thakumar jhuli (when translated means grandma’s collection of tales). Books like this and Arabian nights have very similar stories of origin and hence can be related to each other.

I am sure everyone has heard of The story of two jealous sisters. The first half of the story details out the lives of three ordinary sisters with the youngest one described as the most beautiful and the smartest of the two. One day  the three were discussing their dreams of marrying someone from the royal household. The eldest one wished to marry the Royal Baker and live in the luxury of baking; the middle one wished to marry the Royal cook and eat royal delicacies throughout her life. The youngest one being the smartest one wished to marry the Sultan himself and be an equal partner with him in ruling the kingdom. Now, fortunately or not, this conversation was overheard by the Sultan who was out on a tour of his kingdom in disguise. He decided to fulfill the wishes of all the three sisters. Now good fortune of some one always pokes that green eye monster. The older two sisters decided to make up scenarios of subjugation and servitude in their head, and to prevent that scenario to play out, they decided to go and ruin the happiness of their younger sibling. They manipulated the royal couple and every year following childbirth of a royal baby, the child was bundled up in a cradle and disposed into a canal. Three times the bitch. The poor Sultana gave birth to two princes and a princess, but each time, the royal coupled were informed that the child born was either a dog, or a pig, or a monkey. (I mean seriously!!!! How stupid can you be to believe that!!) /seeing the trend in his queen’s childbirth process, the Sultan banished her from the palace ground and as a punishment it was declared she should be spat on by every passerby.

Lesson 1: Always aim to be the best. Ambition is not at all a bad thing. Opportunity only knocks once in your life and it doesn’t wait for mediocrity. 

Lesson 2: There’s always going to be someone out there who is going to have some problem with you. Don’t take it personally. Consider it as a compliment.

Lesson 3: Never lose your sense and sensibility just seeing someone’s hard work. They did work hard for it. If they haven’t then you work doubly hard to do better.

Lesson 4: Always apply your common sense. Be logical. Coincidences rarely happen. (That definitely didn’t work for Maths though :/)
Now, the story takes a time leap. And this is also my favorite part, and hence it will be ab it detailed as well.

The two abandoned prince and the princess were fortunately adopted by the same couple, and with growing age the air of nobility and beauty became more distinctly marked. The princes were named as Rehman and Pervaiz respectively, and the Princess was named as Parizade. The princes were provided with education and other lessons befitting boys born of nobility. The princess demanded and exercised her right to be treated as an equal. The adventure of the Golden fountain, The Golden tree and the Talking bird and how Parizade overcomes it taught me another invaluable lesson.

Lesson 5: Being a woman is nothing to be ashamed of. It doesn’t mean I am less of a person. I deserve the same opportunities as a boy receives. I have a right to be whatever I want – to be independent, find my own adventures, learn, read, write, sing, or be womanly and vain. Whatever I want. 

Lesson 6: Knowledge is power, when used at the right time. But beware of it as well. It leads easily to corruption.

I told you… I was born a cynic!!! I mean seriously lessons at a young age!!!

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