Shrek Vs Prince Charming

​In fairy tales , the princess is kept in a lonely tower till her first true one love appears and gives her the first true kiss to cancel the curse.. Well the method is bit controversial. It will take years to find that one true love with her imprisonment! That’s the actual curse!! The king and queen must be practical enough to let the princess walks away to the outskirts of the palace to find her true love, because what if the true lover will be someone like Shrek at the very end of that enormous  waiting? OMG!  

roller coasters

The nursery pain I had, gave me the experience of “envy” for the first time in my life, when my parents were preoccupied with someone else,a  newly born baby!The left-out feeling never went away!

That was how I described envy I was little; feeling left-out & deprived, angry,abandoned, out of control & humiliated.(Though I would never have admitted any of these feelings aloud. Public knowledge of defeat would have increased my thoughtfulness)

You might think that I was an emotional cripple. That was not how I or the rest of the world would have described me. I had put myself together so cleverly ,I’d fooled everyone, myself included, and as far back as I could remember. Or wished to.(Even my parents didn’t know that the face I was showing was a mask)

How ironic! I was relaxing through exposing my auto grinding thoughts! It had backed in to dreaded Freud! All the climaxes I had, become an effort to sort out the paradoxes in my life.

They said life was defying gravity! But when it come to me-it changed to no gravity….
I used to love danger-walking on high walls-loose bricks crumbling underfoot. Empty houses with no Trespassing signs drew me in. It was frightening, thrilling too. Something was being gained, something more important than becoming like the shy, anxious woman who lived in my house. I was trying to be brave like men! But when this comes to this, I would like to question are men that brave?

Adolescence, breath-taking in its immediacy, held no place for bravery in girls. I would have won a race, written a sonnet, swung from the tallest tree- excelled at any of my myriad “masculine” skills – for the freedom of boys, unfortunately, waiting was the only action allowed. You might think that what’s the use of doing boyish things-but to me, they were the actions which allowed me to continue my bravery. In that role, I wanted to leave the silly woman in my house behind, who had obeyed the Rules of Feminine adolescence more carefully than I and thought that my wicked desires would be obstacles for my future as a “lady” !

None of the girls I’d grown up with in my childhood had shared my fascination with those twenty-five rupee thrills! Did all little girls feel different until they abandoned their thrills?

My mom never liked for riding roller coasters, but she didn’t wanted me on that trip either! But The Rules were bearable only so long as every woman obeyed them.

 Damn traditional omnipotence!!  So – I’d used to seek my reflection, my value in me! For months this critical eye shown me a sad girls’ stained, tight lips-my own private image of what anxiety did to girls’ faces! Seeing myself mirrored in store windows, I turned away with fear! Where had I seen that face before? It was that part of my mother I’d sworn never to become!

Like Narcissus, he drew up a face to mirror his own-exciting, fearful, defensive! It was the mask I didn’t want to wear!  Most women wanted to wear! So I put it away strongly admitting this was NOT me.
When my mom made hallucinations, the sense of dissolution of the limits of self-I kept silence. That’s her life! I couldn’t interfere it! So much rage, so much dependency.