Avatar and Racism???

Some people eat snakes, some people like statistics ... and sme people think avatar (capital A .. since it topped the box office :P) is racist.. well.. these r the people who i call weird.. :P

On a serious note..

If u r a person who thinks the na'vi r black ( i shud have said coloured ???) and the hero is white and he saved the na'vi ... arent YOU the racist???

U r the one who is differentiating these beautiful people based in their colour..

I wud say the Na'vi are superior to humans in the movie.. with the way they r so in sync with their environment... the supposed white hero actually wants to be a Na'vi cos thats the only way he can be free and live a full life... Hw in the world wud this make the movie racist??

One particular comment.. "we r tired of the white guy saving us.. wish we could save ourselves for once.." well.. did u notice that, Jake was lying helpless and Eywa and the hometree and the rest gave him a new life ??

Jake also tried helping them and they won only cos the Pandoran wildlife came to their aid???

The Na'vi are in no way, coloured people represented as weaklings.. they r portrayed as beautiful, amazing living beings.. far superior to humans, if not in technology.. . surely in spirit and heart..

So people.. stop whining.. and consider it the utmost compliment being compared to the Na'vi

Love u pandora.. Love u Na'vi

Cheers to all

The deal with God????

What, is he a communist???? Well.. im nt professing to b an expert in communism here.. but frm wat i und... its spread the wealth and maintain a balanced society , right?

i feel.. god really doesnt care abt wat u want or dont want.. he does wat is necessary to maintain the balance in the universe.. so he doesnt really care abt ur promotion or poking ur eyes if u swear..

So, u lost ur job and got hit by a car on the same day .. ??? no he isnt punishing u.. its to maintain the balance of the universe.. yeah yeah.. the ever expanding one..

imagine having to watch over an anthill .. wud u care if a bunch of ants drowned??? the place is swarming with them anyway.. (Lesson learnt : we have GOT to control our population if we want him to look at us..)

The other popular notion.. looking back at ur life when ur seventy and saying ... i believe everything has worked out well.. this was god's plan for me.. im contented..

Well, darlin.. at seventy .. DO u have any other option other than being contented?????

We WANT to believe there was a plan.. and things will work out for the best.. We dont have any other option...

Cos the truth that we r just one tiny speck in a whole big expanding universe is too harsh for us to accept..

I pity us.. humans i mean... we r conscious and we have the sixth sense.. only to realise.. our existence is just abt equal to a single sense amoeba..

with these cheerful thots.. have a great day and keep smiling :D Ciao :D

P.S:

For all the grand talk.. i totally believe everything i do chnges the universe a tiny bit.. and i do talk to god abt every damn thing in this world.. whether he cares or nt.. and im going to understnd everything abt this universe when i die

it only goes to prove tht ur head may type a log out.. but ur heart never stops believing.. :)

Cheers

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And they lived happily ever after..II

The Princess stood by the pond looking at the frogs.. She had woken with a feeling in her heart.. a feeling she could not shake away.. As she turned, she noticed the beautiful horse.. as she neared it, she sensed he was trying to tell her something.. The princess, brave at heart, noble in mind.. and ofcourse, always ready for adventure, climbed up the horse and he charged westwards.. The Princess clung to him tightly, wondering where he was taking her.. Even as she rode she was still thinking about the frogs and how she was taken in believing in her fairy tales.. She suddenly noticed that she was in a part of the country, she hadn’t visited before. She watched as the horse came to a halt before a huge castle.. “a ruin and a shame”, she decided, wrinkling her nose. Should she go in? oh la.. It was her country after all.. She walked into the castle, calling out. The witch was out, and the lovely princess walked about. She had a feeling of sadness, a heaviness in her heart, she didn’t understand. As she reached a stairwell, she heard the sound. The sound of a wounded soul.. an unintentional gasp of pain.. As she called out, the sound stopped. The Princess walked further down and stopped in her tracks, as she came face to face with a man in so much pain. The wounds on his body looked healed.. but the cry of pain , she heard……
The warrior, stood, unsteady on his feet.. It was the face he had dreamed of.. He knew that.. a damsel , alright.. But he was the one in distress.. The Princess looked at him with deep wisdom. The strong demeanor outside.. The deep hurt inside.. Her heart went out to him.. “Come”, she said, giving her his hand.. This was not correct, the warrior thought.. shaking his head. He wondered if the Princess was real.. He wondered if the princess was trying to save him while he was the warrior.. .. He wondered why he heard bells.. He wondered why the angels were singing.. As he walked, he realised he was out of the castle.. His curses did not bind anymore.. As he stumbled out his hand in hers, the witch saw him.. and his precious Princess.. She ran at them, her hair flying. Dagger drawn.. aiming to kill the princess.. for daring to steal her servant.. The warrior smiled lazily.. He could hardly believe, he had been devoted to her for so long.. He drew his sword and drove it into the witch.. with almost a careless flick of his sword.. He took his princess’ hand and walked to his horse.. They climbed on and the Warrior kissed her gently.. washing away years of pain.. years of hurt, anger.. most of all washing away the crushing emptiness.. the kiss they shared, filled them up with happiness.. completed them.. He had tried to believe the witch was his destined one.. he had lived in agony, trusting that one day she’ll turn into a princess. He had atlast learnt the lesson his lovely princess had learnt sometime earlier.. No amount of love was going to change a witch into a princess nor a frog into a prince..
Did the warrior save the princess? Or Did the Princess save him?
Questions and doubts, didn’t have a place anymore.. He had found his true love.. and she had found hers.. that is what mattered.. after everything said and done..
As the horse rode into the evening sunset, the Princess and her Warrior… looked forward to a new beginning.. to a new life together.. and yes, of course.. as every fairytale ends, they lived happily ever after..

And they lived happily ever after

The warrior threw down his sword in disgust. His graceful features bore frustration. His straight, strong back slouched from the lack of challenge. What was the use of a sword when you didn’t have a damsel in distress to save… ? His life felt aimless.. His power useless.. He kicked the sand, swearing appropriately. He sighed. “ One has to go about the world. Maybe I will find her tomorrow”, he thought. He sighed again and whistled for his horse. The ravishing steed thundered to him. As he swung his legs over the horse, the warrior let his imagination loose, once more thinking about the beautiful princess he hoped to find.
“She would be held by a demon and he would rescue her with his bravery and courage. He would love her and she would love him. And they would live happily ever after.. He was no prince. He knew that. Still he knew he could make a princess’ fairytale come true...” He smiled at the image of his princess in his mind..The day dawned in a hue of pink and gold. “Was it not the perfect day to find his princess!”, he thought.. He walked by a lovely stream, his horse by his side. He stopped suddenly , his warrior’s instincts alert and ready for battle. His hand ready on his sword, he walked silently but surely towards the sound he heard. He stopped in his tracks. A woman…, surely right out of battle. She looked like she had a thousand curses on her head. The woman cried out that she was in danger.. cried out to slay her enemies. With his sword out, he looked beyond her. He didn’t see a soul. He looked back at the woman. A damsel in distress? His Princess? It wasn’t at all like he had imagined.. no wonderful bells ringing around, .. no angels singing. Just an eerie silence and an angry woman who he could clearly see was getting ready to go after her enemies. “A warrior is a warrior”, he decided. “ And he has to save the damsel, bells ringing or not.” “ Speak to me , fair maiden. Who are those you fear.”, he asked. The woman smiled for the first time.. “ Go east , my warrior. Find the castle where the demon lives. Slay him and come back to me..”, she said. The warrior rose to do her bidding. He whistled for his horse and charged east.For a woman who was badly hurt, the witch stood with ease, smiling cunningly to herself. She couldn’t believe her luck. She had a warrior at her command. A warrior who clearly thought she was a princess destined for him. “The fool..”, she thought.” I’ll use him to slay my threats..” She walked to her castle. It was in ruins, a place where no princess would reside. “But the warrior could be tricked. He was too trusting for his own good.”, she decided. She sat down in front of a cauldron, slicing up... She smiled at their agony, thinking of the same pain etched in the warriors face. Yes, she liked the sight..The warrior came back to the castle, hurt and injured but victorious. As he lay his victory at the witch’s feet, she kicked the victory away throwing him another challenge instead. Another enemy to slay... The warrior didn’t understand the woman’s intentions. But honor and duty bound, he knew he was destined to save her from all evil. The warrior battled day and night… hoping for the love, he would one day get.. It never came.. More orders.. Crueler by the day.. Seasons rolled by.. He atlast returned to the castle cold in heart from the terrible deeds he had to do.. cold from the empty words he heard from the one he was devoted to.. Cold from the knowledge that.. a warrior gets what he deserves and that’s not the Princess he imagined.. One day atlast… on his return, the witch ordered him to her presence. And she showed herself to him as she was.. as a witch. The horrified warrior staggered back.. trying to get out of the wretched castle.. He could not.. he was trapped by the witch’s curses.. The witch laughed.. “I have you in my power, u fool. U cannot escape. You have killed my enemies, true. I don’t need you anymore.. But I like seeing your pain. It amuses me. Rot in the dungeons. I’ll come see you when u have another task.” The warrior crumbled, his spirit broken. His heart , his devotion , his love used by a witch.. he longed to make her understand his devotion. Longed to show her the limitless love he had in his heart, if only she loved him back..if only she ceased to be a witch..

Love’s Labour Lost???? :P

Part 1
The Princess stopped to catch her breath. Her first trip outside the kingdom, and she decided she was going to enjoy herself as best as she could... Where was the bamboo - lined trail, her friends had told her about???
She stopped to look around... Two roads - right and left... Which one? The left she decided.. The lesser trodden one, she thought, grinning to herself.

She stopped with a gasp. A beautiful pond, lovely, with water as blue as the sky... Lush green grass around the banks, water lilies softly swaying to the wind... She had seen the place often in her dreams... Dreams that were drenched in romance and love. In her dreams, this was the place, she had met her Prince Charming.

She wistfully looked around... The place looked so empty. No Prince Charming here, she decided... As she stood swallowing her disappointment, she heard it..

A Croak... Crrooo – aaa- k

The Princess grinned to herself... “I look for a prince, and I find a frog.” “Maybe it’ll turn into a prince", she decided... All she had to do was…


She had exhausted all the tissue she had... Ugghhhh... The bad taste just wouldn’t go from her mouth... oh well... if her kiss was going to turn the frog into a prince, it was worth the trouble... and just as the thought formed in her mind, she fell down in a dead faint.

She awoke; she knew not how long she was faint. She saw the sun ready to set and she looked around for the Prince.. There was no sign of the prince or the frog... “Strange.. Maybe I was dreaming all the time.. “

She made her way home, wondering about her strange experience. “I’ll wait a fortnight... he must have turned into a prince. And if he doesn’t come by then, I’ll go look for him”, she decided.



Part 2

The Frog-turned- Prince stood glaring at the dashing stallion. It was a gorgeous creature, with a body that was a warm brown with a white spot on its forehead.. That was exactly the problem, he thought. The horse thought too much of himself, he fumed. .
The stupid horse didn’t let him ride along peacefully. The horse kept throwing him on the ground.. He climbed on it one more time and resumed his journey.

He knew in his mind that he was supposed to find a princess... Her face was etched in his memory. He knew the horse, Thornfyre had the power to take him to her. He just couldn’t understand why he had to do it... How much ever he racked his brains, he just couldn’t understand it. He decided he might as well find her, as he had no other princely duties awaiting..
After a tiresome ride of two days, (the horse had thrown him down several times by then) He reached an idyllic forest on the borders of the kingdom where the Princess resided..

As he rode along, his throat parched with thirst, he was thrown yet again to the ground by the horse... He landed close to a lovely pond... it looked vaguely familiar... As he sat drinking the sight and the water in, he heard it...
A soft, sexy Cr-ooo-aa-kk He couldn’t believe his ears... He couldn’t believe his eyes. There, right in front of him sat the most delightful frog he had ever seen.. She had skin as green as gangrene, large bulging eyes, a tongue thrice as long as her body, a large bloated belly... As his heart skipped a beat, he realised he had fallen in love with her... At first sight...

And just as he sat there, sharing his heart with the bloated creature, he found himself, reducing in size, his skin changing in hue to a pale ugly green, with brown spots... He croaked in return and of course, the other frog fell in love with him, right back… They stood staring at each other, their bulging eyes quivering...

Part 3

The Princess was tired of waiting... She was now more eager to find out if she had been dreaming. She decided to go back to the pond.
She set out the next day. After a journey filled with anxious anticipation, she came to the pond. She looked around for the Prince.. There was a place where the grass had been bent and broken. As if someone had sat on it. But he was not there.. Her Prince was not there. The Princess sat there, looking wistful, her eyes flooding with tears.
She blinked her tears away.. Her glance focused on the sight. Two frogs, not one.. Two hideously ugly frogs …, the kind that are born to make us appreciate beauty in everything else. She looked at them with disgust and distaste. She had missed the other frog previously. How stupid of her to think the frog was a cursed prince. “Grow Up”, she muttered to herself. “Frogs are frogs... however idyllic the setting maybe... “She laughed at herself, remembering how she had kissed the frog. As she lightly trod back, she heard a soft rustling behind her... She turned back to look at two wise eyes looking back at her. Thornfyre came closer and knelt down next to her. Even as she looked at it, amazed, she climbed up the horse’s sleek body. And Thornfyre charged away.. As the wind blew at her hair and face, the Princess realised how good it felt to be herself. How right it felt to be on the wonderful horse.. and what a wonderful friend she had found in the beautiful Thornfyre. Dream come true? Naa... this was better than the stupid dream... anyway :D

The frog looked at the beautiful Princess till her figure faded from sight. He turned back to look at his mate.. He knew and realised no princesses’s kiss was going to turn him into a real prince. he was a frog, that his mate was right for him.. but he just couldn’t shake away the thought of how life would have been.. as the Prince of the beautiful Princess..


The End

Tragedy.. Loves labour lost..

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PART I

Bright sunlight poured into the chamber. The Prince looked at her as she climbed down the stairs. No, She was not beautiful but her eyes pierced into him. How dear her face was to him! How much he adored his princess! But, no! This was not the time. He didn’t have the right to love her anymore.
She reached him. Her eyes looked so trusting, so happy. Happiness seemed to flow through her. She touched his face gently and smiled at him. Her smile died when she looked at his face, so clouded with pain.
“Is it time already, my prince?” she cried! “My Princess”, he said. “Yes, it is time. I’ve come to say goodbye. My family wishes me to return. My people need me.” He saw her face change. The pain in her eyes was unbearable, tearing his heart. “Don’t worry, my precious”, he continued. “There will be someone else worth your love. Someone who will love you more than I do” He forced himself to continue, to say hollow words, which he knew were no comfort to her agony. “I am sorry, princess but I have to do this. My father has found a bride worthy of my family. I cannot marry you. If I don’t marry the bride chosen for me, my father will be very hurt. My family honour.. I need to do this and be unselfish, my princess!!!”
“My Prince”, she said, with a sorrowful smile which hurt him more than if she had cried. “Don’t leave me yet. There is so much unsaid, so much undone. I need you. I can’t bear to live without you. Please, my Prince. Don’t think about leaving yet.” Her words were so earnest, all he wished to do was to forget about his kingdom and stay with her. Stay and live a life of so much happiness that even heaven would not be a match. He turned away so that she could not see the tears in his eyes. “No Princess. I have to go. The decision has been made.
She knelt at his feet, clutching his robes. Her tears fell on the ground. She didn’t know the tears were his also. “My Prince, what have I done? Why such a great punishment? She cried. “Have I not been faithful? Have I not loved you more than my life? How can I ever love any other like I love you? I cannot bear this pain. Don’t you love me too?
“Yes, my princess. I love you too. I’ll always love you. You’ll live forever in my heart. But that is all I can give you. Good-bye. God bless you!” He rode away into the sunset, not daring to look back lest he broke down seeing the agony of the one he loved so much.
She sobbed on the ground, kissing it where his feet had stood. She cried through the day, she cried into the night. She sat looking out of the window, hoping against everything her mind told her. She moved about, reliving their moments together. She smiled, rarely, thinking about the day her prince will come back to her…., to marry her, to live with her. She waited as days passed, as seasons changed. She waited foolishly, without wavering in her trust.
A day dawned. She shivered and looked out of the window. She saw a messenger. She read the message with trembling hands, with a breaking heart. Her prince was getting married. Her Prince, her lover, the one who made her happy, the only one who could stop her tears, was now sending her to lifetime of loneliness. Now she had to live a horrible life, alone, with no one to love her, with nothing to brighten her days ever again. She fell to the floor, like one who could not carry a burden too heavy. She screamed in agony, she raged against her fate. She wept for the lost years, the unfound happiness, her unborn children, and her wasted life. Her mind reeled. Her heart was heavy, breaking under the weight of grief. She thought about his love and devotion, his bravery and his honesty. She lived as if in a dream. On the day of his marriage, something snapped in her. She left for his palace. She wanted to see him.. And his bride.
There he was, standing in the sunshine. And there was his bride, her beauty shone brighter than the sun, past her veil. She looked at his hands holding hers. She looked at them- man and wife. She looked at his face, a face devoid of happiness or pain. She ran blindly from there.
She came back to her house. She kissed everything he ever touched. She lovingly caressed everything that reminded her of him, she walked to the place where he had left her. She looked at the dagger gleaming in the moonlight. She was living her pain, to gather courage for what she was going to do. She whispered his name for the last time... She drove the dagger into her heart. She fell, blood flowing from the wound. But her mind was once again remembering his face, one last time. Remembering his love… remembering his last words to her.

PART II
She stood, looking at her lifeless body. She was dead yet she was still living. She remembered his words. You’ll always live in my heart, he had said. So he still loved her. She was overjoyed. She would go to him and live with him. She would watch over him and keep him happy. Her Prince promised to love her all his life and she would be with him. After he died they would be united again for all eternity. She went to him. She saw him staring into the dark holding a piece of her garment. She kissed him and wiped away his tears. He suddenly looked around feeling her presence though he knew it was impossible. He called out her name and stretched out his hand. He shook his head wearily sure that he was imagining her presence. She wanted to scream out that it was she and she was with him. But she could not. She was disappointed but could do nothing. She was content that she could look at him and that he still loved her.
Days rolled on and the princess watched over him faithfully. When she tried to touch him, he shivered and pulled his robes closer. It hurt to just watch him when she wanted to be alive for him. But she bore it silently happy that he still loved her. The princess was so absorbed in her prince that she did not notice the changes around her.
Suddenly one day, she noticed the palace getting brighter. The town was getting more festive and her Prince looked happier. At last a day dawned with a shout of joy. A baby was born to the prince. He walked into his wife’s chamber with a smile on his lips. And as he looked at his wife, weak and tired but with the radiance of motherhood and his tiny son, helpless but beautiful, his heart filled with joy. His heart also filled with a love for his wife and his son that had not existed till then. And in that moment when she saw the happiness on his face, a happiness that didn’t come from her, that she was not capable of giving, she felt the life he had given her, draining. And as she felt the life flowing out of her, she raged at God. At the injustice that killed her before she had lived, at the love she had been given and taken back. As she looked on, his heart forgot his love for her…and as the cold darkness of death wrapped her, it whispered to her, “Weep no more, my princess!” She heard it and wondered if she would find peace yet, as she died away. Died in his heart. As his love for her had died.



Vidhya V.