Fairy scary tales!

Have you ever wondered why fairy tales are so tragic? I have, and lately I have been quite startled by this bizarre fact. Reading those tales out loud for my little son I cannot help but wonder as to why, people would write down such melancholy tales for innocent young minds. And the irony - we sing them out for our little ones, dancing and clapping to all the sadness therein.
If you still have difficulty ascertaining what I intend to drag your attention to then behold,

Humpty dumpty had a great fall.....

Jack fell down and broke his crown and Jill came tumbling after......

Little Miss Muffet...there came a big spider.... and frightened Miss Muffet away....

Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep..

Rock-a-bye baby on the tree top....when the bough breaks the cradle will fall...down will come baby cradle and all..

Ladybird, ladybird....your house is on fire and your children are gone...

Ring-a-ring o' roses..A-tishoo! A-tishoo! We all fall down..

There was an old women....had so many children, didn't know what to do.

Now here we are...rhymes that we sing to amuse our tiny tots are all surprisingly, drenched in a pool of accidents and bruises and burns and sadness....
Ironic isnt it?
Enlighten me with your thoughts on it.

LOL

The day begins with a long list of activities in mind. A little space, however, from it is carefully extracted for personal gratification, intellectual development and may be a tad bit for personal grooming as well.

The sun rises, glaring down hard as is its custom, and by the time it reaches its precipice at 12:00 noon sharp, most of all the delicately planned and thoughtfully starred as very, very important chores have already been roasted crispy and golden waiting to be devoured.

What happened? Wither all the resolve?

You are a lady MADAM and that too married, ahan please don’t forget the most unavoidable truth;  a Pakistani woman you are!!

No offence to the nationality but the breed of people we have turned out to be, is marvellously horrific.

With a little baby in arms the world expects you to run up and down and down and up with your wobbly knees and wiggly legs as many times as possible. Because you are a mom, by default you must have (may be when all was dark) pledged to be on your own, never regret, never complain, never expect and never say NO. So now there is no backing away…get geared up!!

“NO” is clearly not a word for you. You just have to rinse it out of your system once and for all or else you will lose your license of being a wife cum mom cum bahu cum bhabhi.   

O hollow minded!!! What were you thinking when making plans? And slot for some Me-time?? Has your brain gone nuts??

Peanut butter over a toast of bread….ahhh…bus yahin tak pohanch hamari!!!

LOLz