Rapunzel
A spontaneous write in a person’s scrapbook on the site orkut…it all started with the usual yada yadas on what I do with my life, bored with the patented script of answers that documented it, I thought we toddle with the Grimm Brothers’ literature attempts, i.e., if the writer of Rapunzel were the Grimm Brothers…?
I was rapunzel living in a tall locked up tower and waiting for a prince to rescue me by ways of my long tresses. I had a wicked witch as a benefactress, considering my parents were thieves and stole tomatoes from her garden while my mum was expecting me, to nourish me hoping i’d turn out rosy (cheezy). After I was born, the wicked witch (well not so wicked since she did manage to grow me up into a damsel without a single blemish or scar and supplying me amply with skin tonics and creams -it was actually a dream of my other witch mother’s to have a pretty daughter since she fought terribly in her youth with ugliness)…anyway, coming back to the tale, I kinda wonder why she had me all locked up, I suppose she didn’t trust my hormones as soon as I turned 16 and that I’d probably elope with some dim witted pauper. My original tomato stealing parents never put up a lost and found for me or my timid father (I say timid ’cause he caved into my mum’s demands of stealing…rather he have belted her) come fighting through thorny weeds and dragons for his only forlorn daughter. I actually like my wicked mum because she had better plans set for me even before my birth (my original mum had full plans of birthing me incarcerated had my wicked mum have not been such an evil witch). So, I ended up with Prince, though my wicked mum couldn’t endure the loss of me and she tried to kill the handsome, chivalrous prince…only, I was kinda sick of seeing such an ugly old hag each day of my life and she was so overwhelmingly overbearing! I needed a life of fancy shoes and frilly frocks. So, without a second thought and much ado, I pushed my wicked mum out of the tall tower window. I haven’t heard from her since then, but I do know she isn’t dead. She’s a witch remember! And I do believe she had hidden wings.
The end.
-Sheikha
PS: I thought it darn cute 
neha says:
a pleasurable read…
November 6th, 2006 at 09:05 am
Sheikha says:
Oh, dankies!
November 6th, 2006 at 04:03 pm
D'puk says:
Who are you Sheikha??? Gimme an intro plz
November 7th, 2006 at 12:34 pm
Sheikha says:
What do you want to know about me D’puk?
November 7th, 2006 at 04:59 pm
D'puk says:
A breif intro would do for the time.
November 8th, 2006 at 09:22 am
lalbadshah says:
It’s funny.. but definitely not the Grimm Brothers style.
November 8th, 2006 at 11:01 am
Sheikha says:
I’m nobody important, but somebody hard to forget…that’s about how brief I can get…
November 8th, 2006 at 01:50 pm
Sheikha says:
Well, ofcourse it isn’t the Grimm Brothers’ style!!
November 8th, 2006 at 01:54 pm
D'puk says:
“I’m no body important”
You don’t respect yourself!!!!!
Bad.
November 9th, 2006 at 09:42 am
Sheikha says:
How does being nobody important have anything to do with self-respect?
November 9th, 2006 at 01:20 pm
Isaiah says:
Dont worry Sheikha…he’s just being D’puk.:mrgreen:
November 9th, 2006 at 10:13 pm
D'puk says:
“I’m nobody important”
Every single thing and creature on this earth is important!!!!!!!
Weall have a meaning and purpose of existence.
Kunal lives to maintain this blog
I live to spam this blog
Ishan lives to accompany me in spamming this blog
Neha J lives to share her 80 yeas experiences in this blog.
It doesnt count in self respect when u dont feel urself important
November 10th, 2006 at 09:26 am
Sheikha says:
D’puk, I shall forgive you on that comment you just made, believing that you have unconsciously been a footloose in offering it.
Everyone’s importance on earth is not a debate I am here to argue out. My importance in my mind and soul is not something I need to learn from you.
When I say, I am nobody important, but somebody hard to forget, I believe you need to continue reading this line about 100 times atleast or even more, if need be, to realise the latent message in it.
I do not suffer from low self-respect syndromes. Don’t turn it into a medical stance :-/
November 10th, 2006 at 04:46 pm
D'puk says:
Chill chill chill!!!
It wasn’t a debate but was sure an extempore……………..LMAO
Be cool, you’ll face many weird things on this blog…………
November 13th, 2006 at 10:25 am
Sheikha says:
I suppose I already have…
November 13th, 2006 at 10:17 pm
D'puk says:
This ain’t nothing yet, when this blog takes it toll, u’re gonna freak out.
You haven’t seen the former speakeasy sessions.
Anyways,
u’re welcome.
November 14th, 2006 at 10:35 am
D'puk says:
gutar goo gutar goo
November 14th, 2006 at 10:36 am