The following post is in response to the Daily prompt – “A mystery wrapped in an enigma” – Tell us something most people probably don’t know about you.
“Hail Princess Diya!! Hail Princess Diya!!”
“Hail Motherland Elysia!! The saviour is back!!”
“Hail Savior Diya!! Hail Princess Diya!!”
I stood dumbfounded staring at the people of Elysia cheering my name and looking at me with reverent admiration on their faces.
Are these people talking about me? I am….the saviour? the princess? the long lost princess….who was thought to be lost in the red war!!
No! That can’t be! I am not the princess! Nor am I the saviour. I am just a simple urban girl from a town outside of Elysia. What happened was just a co-incidence. But then there was a luminescence thing that happened that killed all those mean villianous gorillas who were attacking the Elysians. And it did seem to be emitted from…ME! How did that happen? Was there someone behind me focusing some powerful poisonous light?
That thought itself was soul shattering, not to say utterly ridiculous.
I must have looked crazy with all these thoughts running inside of me, for I did not even notice everyone around me was kneeling with their heads bowed down. That was when Amor still kneeling in front of me took pity on me and whispered, “Your highness, you need to gesture to make them rise.”
“Just say..You may rise”
I looked at the people kneeling in front of me, bowing their heads waiting. And it clicked, a little too late. “Y-You may rise”, I croaked finally.
Everyone rose. Someone I had come to know as Siham came to me with tears in his eyes.
“My Princess, we have searched all over for you. You were our only hope for getting the durjans eliminated and restoring Elysia. Where were you Princess, we have waited so long for you!”
I could not dampen the fear and anxiety rising inside of me. How can I make these people believe that I am not who they thought I was. I am not their Princess! I am Abha. Just Abha. Whose parents were not the royal king and queen, but the simple lowly owners of a lowly grocery store in Pomri. The store, which I am supposed to save from the leaders of the durjans, now that I think about it.
Amor cleared his throat and I was brought to the present where all the Elysians were looking at me with expectant eyes. I was about to tell them that there must be some misunderstanding when Amor touched my elbow to get my attention.
“There was a prophecy. The Dom Chiragi or the powerful luminescence will destroy the durjans and save this land. She will be the saviour, and the lost princess Diya of Elysia. She will have a luminant band of light inside her right wrist.”
I consciously touched my right wrist. How did he know about that?!
“I think you now see that this may be true. You are the Princess Diya of Elysia.”
“No!” I cried. This can’t be happening. The future of all these people and Elysia ..in my hands? or rather my right wrist?! This was getting even more bizarre.
“Yes you are! Look, I know this is huge. It will take some time to sink in. I have been with you for all this time and I am ashamed to say that I didn’t realise…” He stopped talking. He had a melancholy expression on his face like he is thinking whether me being a Princess was a good thing or bad. He sighed a long sigh finally.
“For now, why don’t we just reach the castle? You have your parents’ store to save, too. And we’ll see how things go from there.”
He looked at me, his eyes searching mine, waiting for affirmation.
I just nodded. “But only to save my parents’ store!”
“As you say, my Princess!”
“I am not your Princess!!”
His lip twitched. “Ok my Princess.”
“Ughhh!!” I huffed and started towards the back of the caravan. Everyone kneeled again and the enchantments began. I turned and looked at them with unbelieving eyes. And saw Amor, still kneeling, but his shoulders giving away his laughter.
Great! That’s just great! Now I have to deal with all this, too?!
What??? Why are you guys so confused? This is true! This is an event in my life that people don’t know about….?
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….I think it was supposed to be something from this lifetime!! I get it now.
O well! There’s still another life to write about something from this lifetime 😉 😛
Hmmmm….my biography? Interesting…….Now who would I deem capable and worthy enough to actually have the grand privilege of writing about my life, hobbies, events, actions or really just about me? I cannot just go on selecting people based on their works even if they are bestsellers or are classics or even just because they are called the Bard! Come onnnn, stop boooing me! Nobody even understands their words in today’s age, yet loving their work despite that is an altogether different topic.
Anyhow, I decided to call a selected list of authors for an audition of sorts to present their skills on what they can really do with the most important and prestigious topics of the century – my biography 🙂 And following are the entries that I received from various renowned authors. And don’t worry about how I got these entries specially from those who really are not capable to submit entries since there seems to be a few physiological constraints to write from the beyond. But I wouldn’t have second thoughts since the Daily post clearly says – “Ghost”writer. <smirks cheekily>
Entry No. 1
Author: Shakespeare, The Bard
“The Dreamer of Words”
Sheetal, The Dreamer
Mr. A, Spouse to the former
Oceanus, brother of The Dreamer
Aai, Mother of The Dreamer
Baabya, Friend of Mr. A
Dolly, Spouse of former
Chhoti, Friend of The Dreamer
Saturnus, Spouse of former
Act I-Scene I
Enter Baabya. Enter Dolly. Enter Mr. A
Mr. A – And now, Dolly, what’s the news with you?
You told us of some suit. What is ’t, Dolly?
You cannot speak of reason to the Dreamer
And lose your voice. What wouldst thou beg, Dolly,
That shall not be my offer, not thy asking?
The head is not more native to the heart,
The hand more instrumental to the mouth,
Than is the dreamer’s quest for books to thy beloved – Baabya.
What wouldst thou have, Dolly?
DOLLY – My dear A,
Your leave and favor to return to Reality,
From whence though willingly I came to Dreamland
To show my duty in the Dreamer’s quest for books,
Yet now, I must confess, that duty done,
My thoughts and wishes bend again toward Reality
And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon.
Have you your husband’s leave? What says Baabya?
She hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave
By laborsome petition, and at last
Upon her will I sealed my hard consent.
I do beseech you, give her leave to go.
Take thy fair hour, Dolly. Time be thine,
And thy best graces spend it at thy will.—
But now, my beloved Sheetal—
(aside) A little more than kin and less than kind.
How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
Not so, my dear. I am too much i’ the sun.
Good Sheetal, cast thy nighted color off,
And let thine eye look like a friend on all.
Do not forever with thy vailèd lids
Seek for thy book thou completed reading, on thy shelf.
Thou know’st ’tis common. All thee books must conclude,
Passing through nature to eternity.
Ay, madam, it is common.
End Scene I
Author: Jane Austen
“Dreams and Dream-abilities”
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single day-dreamer in possession of a good thirst for exceptionally good books, must be in want of a library.
The news that a noble book company named Bingley Books has rented the manor known as Dreamerfield Park causes a great stir in the neighboring village of LongDreambourn, especially in the Mr. A household.
Author: John Green
“Looking for The dreamer”
“I fear the vanishing of all the books in the world. I fear it like the proverbial blind man who’s afraid of the dark”
“Too soon,” Chhoti said, cracking a smile.
“Was that insensitive?” The Dreamer asked.”I can be pretty blind to other people’s feelings.”
Chhoti was laughing but Saturnus seemed lost. “Would, uh, would anyone like to speak to that?”
I looked over to the Dreamer who looked back at me.
“There will come a time,” I said, “when all of the books will perish. All of them. There will come a time when there are no books remaining to remember that any book ever existed or that any tree ever did produce paper. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone a book of yours. Everything that we thought, wrote and read will be forgotten and all of this” -I gestured to a shelf of books encompassingly – “will be for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is a million years away, but even if the books survive the collapse of the trees, they will not survive forever. There was a time when people experienced the smell of new books and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of the vanishing of books worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does.”
Author: J K Rowlings
“The dreamer and the chamber of books”
Chapter 1: The reader who dreamed
The Dreamer turned the page of the book that she was reading with a flick of her wand. Near her bespectacled eyes, a wand was poised mid-air on a pad of paper. She clicked her fingers and the wand obediently started writing on the pad – “Daily Prompt – Ghost Writer”
Whew! That was a lot of work! Well, work of reading the entries, I mean. Now if you are still with me, who do you think should write my biography? I mean, it’s not really easy to pick one author. Each one has their own flavour and technique and I don’t know who will suit the best for writing me.
Eg. if I really decide upon going with the bard, my biography would live on for ages. I would be one of the works of the Bard. And that in itself would be a true honour. But if I decide to go with Ms. Austen, I would be with the gang of classics! Movies could be inspired on my character, and there would be millions of fan pages and follow-up stories.
John Green would be another worthy candidate. Although, the readers would need to know a lot of big words and their meanings to understand what he really writes about me. And as for J K Rowlings, I really can’t wait to read what she has in store for my character. Would I have an invisibility cloak that I can hide under and read/write without any intrusion from anyone? Or would I really live in a library shaped like a house that will have books on all its floors…and stairs, too. Ohh! and I can just call any floor and it will just open right up in front of me? Maybe I can have a reader or rather just a voice who will read out the books to me when I am eating a chocolate cake in the dining room full of books…….or Maybe a cheesecake…
I guess I am still looking for the perfect author to pen my biography, since I do have a lot more entries coming in. I will still need some time to decide on the most worthy candidate. Until I do that, thank you all for stopping by, you guys have a perfect week and I will look forward to catching you here on my blog, soon. Ciao! 🙂
I guess I have had a few surreal experiences in my life. If you stop and really think about it, life does throw these moments at you when you feel calm, serene, relaxed, sort of out of the world, disconnected and yet somehow connected. I have felt these emotions at various times like on the last day of school, and while holding my friend’s daughter for the very first time, then again on the Pikes peak mountain and while skiing on the Rocky mountains. These experiences I remember from the past. However, I do remember feeling surrealistic recently while travelling on Highway 1 from SFO to LA. We were a little late in starting from SFO and thus it was getting slightly darker. I was worried we would not be able to witness the amazing beauty of the Highway 1 Seas once it gets darker. And so of course we stopped at every place point on the way to get pictures. But then there was one particular place we had stopped and I was simply astounded by the view. From between the V of the mountains,I saw the most spectacular view of the sea meeting the sky. I could not make out where the sea ended and where the sky started. It felt like a giant canvas painting. And the sinking sun just added more beautiful hues to the scenery. I just stopped thinking, talking, smiling. I just stopped. It was one of the most serene I have ever felt. Even remembering now makes me wanna go back and feel all those emotions. Simply Surreal!
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The daily prompt prompted me to think about love, it’s kinds and it’s meaning to each one. For me, Love is an emotion in action. It is one of the most powerful emotions any being can experience. It is also one of the most sought after, used, abused, propagated, forbidden and admired things in the world. The strange thing is nobody can define love. And if there is one definition for love, like the one the Bard felt and I used in the title, does it really resonate with what one feels when they are in love? Let’s look at it from a few different points of view.
Biologically, love is a powerful neurological condition like hunger or thirst, only more permanent. We talk about love being blind or unconditional, in the sense that we have no control over it. But then, that is not so surprising since love is basically chemistry. In true love, or attachment and bonding, the brain can release a whole set of chemicals: pheromones, dopamine, norepinephrine, serotonin, oxytocin and vasopressin. However, from an evolutionary perspective, love can be viewed as a
survival tool – a mechanism we have evolved to promote long-term relationships, mutual defence and parental support of children and to promote feelings of safety and security.
Psychotherapy says that love has many guises. If people try to define love, the definitions differ on various degrees. For some love is the emotion experienced when they have feelings towards the opposite sex. Which, I guess is the most common, most used and abused type of love in the world. Also, a large part of the greeting-card companies and wedding industry relies on this type of love for their daily bread. Let’s digress.
For some others, love is what they feel for their children, parents, siblings, pets or friends. The ancient Greeks have 7 different words to define the various kinds of love experienced by people.
Storge: natural affection, the love you share with your family.
Philia: the love that you have for friends.
Eros: sexual and erotic desire kind of love (positive or negative)
Agape: this is the unconditional love, or divine love
Ludus: this is playful love, like childish love or flirting.
Pragma: long standing love. The love in a married couple.
Philautia: the love of the self (negative or positive)
And all of the above make up the word Love. So does this mean that every kind of love is the same? If we sit down and come up with one definition of love will it be applicable to each kind? I love pastries. I really do love pastries. But I love my husband, too. I also love my mom. I love my friends and siblings. Does this mean that there is some common trait in all these ‘loves’? Then what about my love for my pet, who is not amongst us anymore?? Does love return to zero once your object of
affection ceases to exist?
Well, for me, the answer is that no two kinds of love are the same. Rather it is most unfortunate to categorise love into all the different types. It is like categorizing honey into different types of tastes based on who actually tastes it. Which is ridiculous. Honey will taste the same no matter who tastes it – Sweet! I don’t think that categorizing love into all the different types is appropriate. Since I think that love is not the same for everyone. I think each one experiences a different kind of love when they do experience it. One’s emotional intensity, level of excitement, happiness quotient may not be the same as the other. Love is not quantifiable. And there is no limit in how much love you can feel or experience.
In conclusion, I think love is a way of life. Love is a practice that you either feel to take it up or not. It is not something that you can find or not find. You can practise love for however long you feel the need. You may not express that love after some time even if you feel it inside yourself. There may not be any common trait in all the kinds of love. But one fact starkly remains – that there is love inside everybody. Everyone has the ability to feel, express and practice love. And this is irrespective of anatomy, biology, physiology, psychotherapy, philosophy, geography or any other science.
Just as, a rose by any other will still smell the same, love in any language will still evoke the strongest feelings and emotions….of love.
Catalan L’ amor
Javanese Kulo tresno
The following post is an acknowledgement to the Daily Posts’ today’s daily stimulation.
We have 26 alphabets in the English language, and we need all of them. Want evidence? Choose an alphabet and pen a blog post without using it. (Feeling Valiant? Make it a vowel!) (Changed the text to avoid using the disallowed alphabet)
The famous Lexicon, which has the name of the 52nd biggest city in the United Kingdom, lists the commonness of the alphabets in the following table.
E 11.1607% M 3.0129%
A 8.4966% H 3.0034%
Alphabet next to Q 7.5809% G 2.4705%
I 7.5448% B 2.0720%
O 7.1635% F 1.8121%
T 6.9509% Y 1.7779%
N 6.6544% W 1.2899%
S 5.7351% K 1.1016%
L 5.4893% V 1.0074%
C 4.5388% X 0.2902%
U 3.6308% Z 0.2722%
D 3.3844% J 0.1965%
P 3.1671% Q 0.1962%
I am attempting to pen a post without the alphabet that is between Q and S. It may not be a vowel (Yup, I was not feeling that valiant today) but it still is next to the second common alphabet! And let me tell you it’s not easy at all. Albeit it was fun! If given a chance to not have this alphabet at all, then I would definitely not go with it. I undoubtedly have no issues with this specific alphabet but also, my beloved nephew’s name initiates with this alphabet 🙂 So following is a small post attempting to pen few lines without the said alphabet.
My husband is watching the ongoing match of the most followed and loved game of India. It is a bat-and-ball game played between two teams of 11 athletes each on a field at the middle of which is an oblong 22-quad long pitch. Each team gets to bat, attempting to gain points, while the next team fields. Each batting attempt by a team is known as an innings.
Long ago, I was a passionate fan of the game, too. Me and my eldest sibling watched the games jointly. Now that I think of, he used to do all the mental, nutty and unhinged things that fans usually do claiming that these actions ensue to be conducive to helping the team win the game. Such as not leaving the place until the game is done, not leave the sitting bench even to eat, consume ales. Once I walked into the place and somebody belonging to the Indian team knocked a six. Post this, my sibling wouldn’t let me leave the place even to attend my classes!! Now it feels highly amusing but believe me, I had to do a lot of nutty things all in the name of the game. Imagine sitting with thy legs beneath you and not be able to change the stance lest you aid in losing the game!! God Veto!!