Friday, 17 July 2015

Thesis: Fairy tales - a blindfold or a bed-time story?

Fairy tales are a convenient blindfold we created to hide from the true face of humanity from our children. The original tales were written by the brothers Grimm and their tales were as grim as their names, if not more. These tales were then re-forged, for something more fitting for a time long past. The question then becomes are they relevant in this day and age? Should they not go back to their originals, the ones that spoke of the truth of the world, instead of letting others hide behind the innocent façade we created, or is it alright to let children discover the lie that we wove for them in the first place?

Fairy tales were originally written for adults, so why is it that we have altered and adjusted them to suit our needs – to show our children a ‘hope’ that is unreal? If for example, we were to talk about the brothers Grimm, their stories always made you question what the real truth was – animals can’t talk, so we eliminated that. Then comes punishment and torture, people abandoning one another, mothers jealous of their children, so on and so forth… this part was probably the most realistic part in the entire tale. Blood and gore, did we not build human civilization on that?
On the other hand, I have to agree that we’re building ourselves up as a ‘prim and proper’ society, but wasn’t there a time when we were truly barbaric? These tales, the best example being red riding hood, tend to touch on those ‘primitive’ or ‘barbaric’ emotions.
The actual story as written by the brothers Grimm stated that red riding hood upon being enticed by the wolf to play in the forest surrounding her path loses track of time and ends up hurrying to her grandmother’s place towards the evening. Upon reaching there, she is asked to partake in meat and wine by her grandmother and discovers that she ate her own grandmother’s flesh by a cat that lived in her grandmother’s house. Red riding hood is then asked to take off her clothes and get in bed with her old grandmother. It is only then that Red riding hood realizes that the wolf she met in the woods earlier was pretending to be her grandmother and so she asks to go to pee. The wolf senses a ruse and so ties a rope around red riding hood’s ankle and only then lets her go. Upon not returning for some time, the wolf calls out to red riding hood and on receiving no answer, goes outside, only to find that the rope was cut. He then chases after red riding hood, but luckily she managed to reach home before the wolf could catch up to her and so the story ends on a somewhat bitter sweet note.
I suppose and perhaps that is the reason why we swept these terrifyingly grim stories under the carpet. So why do we hide this barbaric nature from our children? Why do we make them grow up believing that someone will come save them in their time of need? Is it because we do not wish to show them the horrors previous generations lived through?
Whatever the case may be is it not wrong to pull the wool over their eyes and make them believe in something that will never come for them, that society is as simple as it seems in fairy tales, that there is always a happy ending? In reality, we are aware of what people are like. If fairy tales are what they first read and learn from, should it not make a beginning to help them understand the world better?

Another point I would like to make, is that the characters presented in these tales have little or no detail – there is no background to help relate to or understand them. Is it not odd? It is true, that unless you talk to a person you may never begin to understand them, so why is it that the fairy tales we altered do this? Are we teaching our children to only look at a person’s face value? However, in the original tales, the characters were given some amount of development considering that they were short stories. Then again, when you look at each of the characters more closely, you find that they have only given hints as to the darker aspects of the character and as far as I’ve found, they never label the character as being ‘bad’ or ‘evil’ outright.
This leads me to a similar yet different point – stereotypes. The characters in current fairy tales tend to lean on stereotypes, as though presenting that the world is all black and white and that there are no gray areas. Is that not strange?
In the world we live in, we are clearly aware that there is no such thing as ‘just’ black or ‘just’ white. Very often, we tend to deal with the ‘gray areas’ on a daily basis. Is that why we enjoy oversimplifying the horrifyingly graphic tales that were written by the brothers Grimm because we are afraid or reluctant to face or understand what people might have had to go through, because we had enough and didn’t want anything to do with realism or could it be that we want neat and tidy endings, simple enough for children to understand? Again I ask you, is it alright to let them go blindly into the world, believing in such fantasies?

Why is it then that we continue to cultivate this ‘false’ or ‘misleading’ hope that states that things simply fall into place and that you do not need to work hard or persevere for it? In all the fairy tales that were written recently, we find that things tend to ‘happen’. Cinderella’s fairy god mother gives her clothes. Snow White’s prince saves her. Prince charming always appears on time. The character tends to move in one direction yes, but is it not odd and absurd how things take place? It seems as though all their fights are being fought by an external force for them and that all they have to do, is wait.
Real life is never that ‘lucky’ and ‘fortunate’ or ‘kind’. If we need something or want something, we have to go out there and get it ourselves. So why is it that we’re reading stories to our children, making them believe or rather giving them the hope that they don’t have to do anything and that things will fall into place for them at all times?

All in all, I have to say that while fairy tales make good bases for stories, one wonders if we should keep the fairy tales that we’ve edited. Would it not be better to read the original instead of a fake, if only to get children to understand the real world better?

Thursday, 16 July 2015

My friend the sea

Mottled blood that powdered on touch, with fingers stained red I traced the jagged edges of someone’s bite. Sturdy yet brittle a piece fell off. Waves crashed as she called for a game. Protesting for my attention, she called out louder.

Sprayed by the ocean, I giggled and ran. She heaved a warning and I dodged the next spray. She warned me again, but I was caught. Laughter and giggles resounded around us as she called me for the next game.

I ran along the shores, feet digging deep into the sand while dodging crabs that scuttled by. Some hid in their shells and others waved their claws in warning. She roared in laughter and chased me once more, spraying my feet and hair.

I ran, and ran till I couldn’t, and with a fit of giggles, flopped on the sand. Protesting slightly as she bathed my feet, I faced her disgruntled. Drenching me to the bone I let out a yelp of surprise and ran towards her in protest. In apology she held me gently and I settled to listen to her lulling lullaby.

She would tell me of stories of old, of times when I wasn’t yet born as she decorated my hair with seashells, ‘of a time long past when she would wear the most beautiful of dresses for every occasion . . . a dress of topaz blue would be for a nice sunny day, another of a million blues and reds for the wedding of her daughters, another made of corals for festivals celebrated in her realm.’


She would sound sad as she told me these stories, as though those times of long past would never return, for these days she wore a sad blue for the death of her many children and though she weeps for her children, she always smiles for me and spends her time with me, a someone who has no one. But that’s a lie, isn’t it? I have a friend and she’s called the sea.

Wednesday, 8 July 2015

Of haikus and sonnets...

So, just recently we got back to college after a long break (2 months! muahahahaha) and our facilitator was a word lover (addict sounds more accurate though) and though everything he said was interesting and insightful, i suddenly found that he seemed to be droning on and on and on... i really thought he was boring for a while till i realized that i was just extremely saturated and half zoned out.

Anyway. he told us that to write better or to gain more control over words, we should write 'poems'. not necessarily become poets per say, but just try writing with those constraints. honestly speaking, it wasn't... that challenging, but i did struggle a bit when starting. oh right - we were given 3 choices - a haiku, a sonnet or a villanelle.

i chose haiku. for those who know me, they could easily guess why i chose haiku. for those who don't know me too well, you'll realise that if my facilitator was a word lover, then i'm a lover of most things japanese. funny right?

Which will probably bring you to the question - what IS a haiku?

a haiku is a 3 line poem, with a 5-7-5 syllable requirement, meaning that your first sentence is 5 syllables, second 7 and third 5.

Now, i honestly wonder how they manage to write haikus in japanese because most japanese words are at least 2 to 3 syllables. english isn't any easier. in fact, because english is an 'iambic pentameter' language (apparently, so my facilitator says. or something like that) the syllable count is more 'comfortable' in 10 syllables, so haikus changed to either 6-4-6 pattern or 4-6-4 sometimes.

i somehow managed to write my haikus in 5-7-5 patterns, so do tell me what you think :)


Dusk blossoms orange
Red like fire flowers fall down
Darkness consumes all
  

The moon shines brightly
Ripples form from sakura
Winged fish swim closer

  
Darkness cloaks the night
Where ghost like orbs shimmer bright
Released by sad hands

The haiku above is in reference to the 'bon' festival in japan, where you release lanterns while saying a prayer for your lost ones. i don't remember the equivalent for the bon festival in india, but something similar is celebrated in many countries.


Cold sky blushes pink
Cherry blossoms turn bright white
A dew drop slips down



i'll be writing a few more in the coming week and i'll give my hand at a sonnet or a villanelle, wish me luck!

Wednesday, 3 June 2015

A little wildlife and a little landscape...

So, i had recently visited Tamil Nadu - beautiful place, but the heat was almost unbearable. I like the cold. Not the wet. The cold. It's nice.

Anyways, here are some pictures i took!


I got to see peacocks. Honestly speaking... they can fly. Like fly 'fly' and not just glide? And they're big... how DO they manage it? Anyways, its really not nice to see them flying around when you're driving and they glide right in front of you to get to the other side of the road.


Always a pleasure otherwise... well... maybe not more than a beautiful landscape.


This reminded me of something straight off of Unreal Engine. For those of you who don't know, Unreal engine is a game making software and just recently they released UE4 which is free! So feel free to check it out - it's the most awesome thing out there. Even more awesome than icecream and that's saying something.


I spotted some birds... ont really sure what they are though soww :(





Also, i don't know why, but this picture looks really really familiar... like someone took the exact same shot and i took it too and yeah... so do tell me if you've seen this image before somewhere ^^


For whatever reason, i found that the peacocks come first and then the peahens. They don't seem to arrive together or maybe they do sometimes but the peahens get annoyed by the peacocks strutting about and so don't come together? Who knows.

Saturday, 30 May 2015

The things you find when you're bored...

Hi minna! (everyone)

so, i was sitting at the passport office yesterday, bored out of my wits and took out an itsy bitsy drawing pad that i usually use. Now, this one i hadn't seen in a long time, so i was rather surprised by my findings as well as impressed that i managed to draw (vaguely) a male character who actually looks the part for the first time.

















Yes, i was obsessed with mermaids... i drew quite a few now that i think about it.

Anyway... for some reason... she reminds me of Moka's 'evil' or original half from rosario vampire (the image on the right). i really don't know why i think that, but i just do.









 











Also, i drew something like an angel... i'm guessing this was around the time i was reading the 'Fallen' series. Really nice series, must read if you like fiction and romance!




























And finally, the first male character i have succeeded in drawing in a manner that looks like he's male xD









Yes, i like mythical or magical creatures if that's what you're thinking. in any case, all of these were 2-5 min drawings - the mermaid took 5 minutes, the angel took about 2 minutes if i remember right and the elf took me about 4 minutes.



Also, i draw far far better with a pen than a pencil, i still haven't been able to figure out why though.... maybe its that with a pencil even if one makes a mistake one can simply erase it so one does not take it very seriously, however, with a pen you either cover up the mistake or include it to become a part of your drawing or it could just be that i'm not comfortable using pencils...