KhepiAri

As I was chewing up the back of my pencil during philosophy class today, I realized I have been neglecting my beloved blog past two months, I have no excuse that I was busy or didn't have time. To be honest I didn't get the right mood and topic to write about. Many things happened in my State in last two months but I refrained from writing about them as I did not feel it. Back to chewing pencil moment:- I also realized I completed one year of my Pink College Life. Now the blues have become tolerable, and the color pink is still not my Favorite. I look back one whole year behind me. Last one year had been very painful, ironical,paradoxical, spiritual and traumatic for me in the beginning. My friends went outside to study, and I came back from Delhi University, I had the great experience of joining three colleges at a go.. I remember the words I uttered to my sister when I decided to Leave Delhi - Beggars Cant Be Choosers, my best friend and soul sister also left fo

Any ordinary girl when starts frequenting her self with alphabets, in general meets fairy tales by the age of three. Though my childhood was no different I too loved fairy tales. The words "Once Upon A time" a classic piece of master wordsmith. They "Happily Lived Ever After". The hard work of Cinderella rewarded, the pure heart of Belle rescuing her love, Aurora sleeping ten decades for love,. The very common of tales I mentioned, few are tracing my memory the -Bengali Fairy tales with the twists by gods, all have happy endings. To be honest I still love Fairy tales, as soon as I stumble upon Andrew Lang's books I grab them. Though here we are met by different tales, its in Lang's book that I realised for first time Little Red Ridding Hood was gobbled by Wolf/Fox. Its then when I felt Fairy Tales were not always Fairy-some. Oscar Wilde opened my eyes with his twisted tales, which had fairy tale qualities and narrative but are highly allegorical an