'A ReAl TrUe SToRy' :)

Im a great story freak. I simply love stories and keep reading and rereading Grimm's Tales and Arabian Nights and Hans Fairy Tales. No matter what, I've seen that most of us are almost always ready for a good story. Only if it is good ha, mind.. But then there are a few others, who would go pffffftt at the mere mention of a story, well, bleh to them all..!! 8) So, as the story goes, I've heard of a good one when I was still in school, and it was the most truest story I've ever heard. I have always wanted to share it with all my people. Those who have listened to it said that it was the best story ever..!! :) So people, go on and read it.. and plz leave behind a comment.. ;) lolllzzz..!!! :o)

And ha, one more thing.. I must not forget to mention that this particular story was not written by me.. I have just modified it and produced it in my own style. I've only heard it from someone and just wanted to share it with you all.. I dont like to copy other people's stuff ya.. whaddya think..?! 8)

As the story goes, there were four good friends once upon a time. :) An Onion, a Chilli, a Tomato and an Ice cube. Now these four were the best of friends and hung around together always. They lived in a forest very happily, pleased with eachother's company and happy with the life they were leading. Now, since they were of the adventurous type, they decide to leave the forest for a while and take a peek at city life. And so they went, all four of them, hand in hand. :) Now, what is life without difficulties and sorrows..?? If it were to go as smoothly and happily as possible, it wouldn't be called life at all..!! And so, the four friends come across a deep river on the way. The river was small, but the current was strong and the water was deep. It so happens that the river has to be crossed in order to reach the city. The desire to go to the city overcomes the fear of the deep river in all four of them. So, they hold hands tightly and get into the river.. The moment they set foot in the river, the strong current pulls at them from all sides. The Ice cube, being made of water, melts in the strong water and dies. The three friends reach the opposite bank and cry bitterly over the loss of their dear friend. They realize that there is no point in turning back anymore, so they move on, heads down in deep sorrow.

In a short while they reach the city. And to their utter disappointment, the city appears to be a place inhibited by mad people..!! The traffic, the congested roads, the smoke, the poor animals, the cramped houses, and the people themselves were too much for the three friends to take. So, they decide to head back when they come across a movie theatre on the way. Since none of them has ever been to a movie before, they decide to go, in a hope that they could forget the loss of their best buddy, the Ice cube. In the theatre, it is all dark and cool. They take off their shoes and sit in the comfortable seats. They were still adjusting themselves to the new environment when a fat and pudgy man wobbles in and sits in the chair which the tomato has occupied. The Chilli and the Onion freeze as the fat men gets up, curses and wipes away the fleshy remains of the tomato, with no emotion or feelings at all. This was too much for the Onion and the Chilli, who get up and run away from the theatre, too shocked about the sudden death of the Tomato.

They run along the busy streets for a while, unsure of where to go and what to do, when the Chilli collapses amidst heaving sobs. The Onion goes back to his friend and together they cry, cursing themselves for having ever thought of coming to the city. They realize that they have had enough of the city and trace back to the forest. But unfortunately for them, it was not meant to be. A street hawker selling pakoras, spots the green and fat Chilli and picks him up. In a trice he cuts him into pieces and fries him along with the pakoras.

The Onion, the sole survivor of the drama goes numb with shock and grief. In his grief, he remembers God, just as we all do. He goes to God and says, "Dear God, when my friend the Ice cube died, all three of us shed tears for him. When my friend the Tomato died, Chilli and I cried for him. When Chilli died I was overcome with sorrow for him and shed tears", tears welled up in the Onion's eyes as he asked God, "who will shed tears for me when I die..???!" So saying, he fell at God's feet and cried bitterly. God, a gentle guy that he is, took pity on the poor Onion and said, "son, you have been a very good Onion, I therefore bestow upon you one gift, may whoever kill you cry..!"

That is how the story ends. :) Just as I've said..!! That this was the most truest story I've ever heard. ;o) Now, go and tell this to all your friends, 'A Real True Story'..!! :)



Cheers..!!
Swati..!! :o)

My dearest bobby.. I love you.. :)

Its high time I wrote about my favourite topic.. animals.. :) hmm.. Its like I love them so much that I just dont know where to start from.. okie.. lemme give it a try.. ;)

I had a pet doggie when I was a kid.. :) he was a dalmation, named bobby. His actual and official name was spotty.. ;) somehow he became bobby.. :oD he came to us when he was just 18 days old, small and frail.. :) a few drops of milk and his tummy would bulge..! :D He was a very active chap.. very mischevious and extremely naughty..!! no bed sheet was ever spared or no piece of furniture was ever left untouched by our smashing, curvy tailed friend.. Infact our dining table still contains memories of those good olden days where he sat beneath it and happily chewed away the wood to glory.. we had to do away with the cushions coz they became more than useless after the onslaught.. :D Balls made of cork were his speciality actually.. :o) tore them into bits in a matter of minutes..!! whatever went through this guys teeth could never be repaired, even by the Gods themselves..!! ;) and so we had him, for three and a half years.. he became as important as a member of the family.. oh heck..! he was a member of our family..!! :)

It was always bobby this or bobby that..! He accompanied us everywhere..!! Even to the beach, where he once chased a fair skinned, blonde foreign girl.. ;) he was a guy too.. after all..!! 8) And oh, it could also be because he was never put on the leash..!! He just wore a thick silver chain around his neck whom nobody ever dared touch..!! :oD The only time we left him all alone and went out was when he was still 4months old.. only for twenty minutes mind..! my mother has never regretted anything that badly all her life..!! ;oD Dad's half chewn telephone dictionaries and precious joke books serve as a beautiful reminder of all those things that happened eons ago.. things so innocent and kiddish, that only a pet owner can understand.. :)

Bobby's bath is an ordeal in itself.. a saga so dramatic that it involved the entire family, along with the neighboring kids and aunties and uncles peeping in from their windows..!! Like the eros and thanatos, bobby had someother instinct that told him of an upcoming bath much before we ourselves decided..!! He would go into hiding, under the bed, into a bush or would turn himself into a rock so hard that it became impossible to move him..!! :D after dragging him along, dad would put him on the leash, so that he wouldn't run away..!! :D And then it would start, first the brushing, then pouring water and then applying some special doggie soap that smelt of rose and neem leaves.. ;) bobby would stand and stare at us pathetically while dad washed him from top to toe, including the gaps between his fingers..!! :) The aftermath of his bath usually began with bobby shaking himslef dry so vigorously that everybody in the vicinity ended up smelling of rose and neem leaves..!! ;oD Bobby would run away the moment dad released the clasp and jump about the house, wagging his tail like a prop and sprinkling water everywhere..! :) silly chap..!

On his first birthday, bobby suffered an epileptic seizure.. we did not know what it was back then, but later we were told that he had Brain Tumor.. It became very clear that he would not be with us for long.. that was when we realized that animals can have brain tumors too..

One summer we had planned a trip to Orissa.. along with a few of our relatives.. So we went.. for a week.. it had been the most terrible week of our lives.. Bobby, left to the care of my grand mother, had been making things scary for them.. He wouldn't eat.. he wouldn't drink.. he wouldn't even take his medicine.. we were practically stuck.. a situation so terrible that we returned back as fast as we could.. that evening, bobby did not come tumbling down the stairs to meet us.. he lay there in the hall.. panting and wagging his tail weakly.. he ate his food that evening after my dad coaxed him for nearly an hour.. he ate very little, directly from my dad's hands.. while lying down in his lap.. that night, bobby breathed his last.. in my dad's arms..

Though I know that bobby was a thing of the past, I never knew that he would leave behind an impression so big that the void he has created can never be filled.. I keep thinking of him all the time, if he has safely reached God or if he has taken birth elsewhere.. I dont know where people go after death, but bobby certainly deserves heaven for being what he is.. a good, loyal and friendly member of our family..