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34                                                             MUSINGS OF AN AUNTY GROUNDED IN REALITY


                                                                   FAIRY TALES AND THEIR FAILS




                                                         Dolly Koghar unveils the real nature of fairy tales and nursery rhymes.


                                                      She also deliberately ignored the threat of snakes,  Ariel and Belle; or like the papas of Cinderella and Snow
                                                      rodents and creepy-crawlies, and literally abandoned   White, they didn’t wait till the wives’ corpses turned cold
                                                      the poor soul up there with a soiled nappy, hungry and   before bringing home a wickeder-than-wicked sorceress
                                                      scared, to swing whichever way the wind blew. We   as a stepmum. Then either he too dies off, or if alive, he

                                                      couldn’t help noticing that in the entire jingle, there’s   turns a blind eye to the abuse being wrought onto the
                                                      absolutely no mention of the bizarre mum who left   angelic and naïve bimbos, who are hopelessly-tolerant
                                                      the child there; not even after the “baby, cradle and   and patient, and pathetically helpless.
                                                      all,” came crashing down to a horrible, mangled finale!

                                                                                                    They’ve long made peace with the sad lot of their karmas,
                                                      That got our curiosity piqued and we dived into Disney’s   and gladly wash, scrub, and polish away whilst singing
                                                      Princess Series; be it Snow White, Cinderella, Aurora,  to rodents, cute bunnies, and birds. They dream that
                  y granddaughter is a preteen, but could   Ariel, or Belle – these girls are tall and lissom with  “someday, a prince will come” to save them from their
                  easily be my  dadee-ma  with all the of   Barbie’s unrealistic waistline; possessing shampoo-ad-  miserable plight, since those of us belonging to the
                 ‘know-hows’ and ‘know-whys’ she and her   worthy, luscious, cascading hair, enviably free of split  ‘fairer’ gender are supposedly incapable of taking care
        generation have.  Anyway, we got into analysing nursery   ends and frays; framing their blemish-free, translucent   of ourselves, and need a macho, handsome man on
        rhymes, which while obviously meant for tots and little   skin and apple-red cheeks, cute little noses in perfect   horseback to take us somewhere beyond the rainbow,
        children, have extremely cruel and sadistic undertones   symmetry with their huge, doleful eyes; perfect, but with   to live “happily ever after!”
        and till date, have quite surprisingly managed to escape   tragic lives. The birth mother of these girls is usually dead
        the angst of our society’s wardens. It’s also pretty obvious   before her time and despite her genes being responsible   Fairy tales end on that note, which is asking for the
        that we haven’t been listening in to the meaning behind   for these girls’ perfection, she doesn’t even get a passing   impossible in a marriage. After all, even if it is a union
        the rhymes and stories we encourage our naïve and   mention; except for Aurora, whose parents were present   between the prettiest and most docile of damsels with
        innocent kiddos to play-act to – for example, “Ring a   at the beginning, through the long nap, and awoke in   the most chivalrous dork, there’s bound to be trouble
        Ring o’ Roses” refers to the horrible Black Plague, and it   time to organise her grand wedding to the prince.  in paradise, whether it be over interference from the
        actually has the singers ‘drop dead’ with a single sneeze!                                  in-laws, the kids’ upbringing, money or personal space.
                                                      The dads are bumbling, inept, and hairbrained, and   Maybe it’s about time I write a more realistic fairy tale,
        Then, there’s that all-too-familiar lullaby, “Rock-a-bye
                                                      without their wives pretty clueless about bringing up   but then it wouldn’t be a tale!
        Baby,” which even as non-native English speakers, we’ve
                                                      daughters. So either they let them lose, as in the case of
        crooned it to our lil’ darlings to lull them into a deep,
        peaceful slumber; safe and secure, loved and protected.
        Thank the gods that our bambinos couldn’t understand
        a word of this cradle-song, lest they be traumatised for
        life. How could any birth mum, unless she was crazier
        than crazy or, in the tradition of fairy tales, was a witch
        disguised as a stepmum, place her sweet, hapless little
        baby in a cradle high up on a tree top? It beats all odds,
        how she got up there with “baby, cradle and all,” unless
        she had an accomplice, or flew up and down on a broom.
































































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