Little Red Riding Hood

Posted by on Nov-21-2009

Vinay was contemplating on unexpressed love once. That reminded me of how love was expressed to me, in return, of course.

Raziya has this ability to talk through allegories. She always loved stories and story tellers. She enjoys digging deep into the world of story telling and come up with something new… something refreshingly original and thought provoking.

She admires Vishnusharma who was believed to have lived in Varanasi, India, in the third century B.C, and who wrote the ‘Panchatantra’, a collection of animal fables. The legend goes like this- King Amarasakti appointed the wise old sage Vishnusharma to educate his threes sons so that they will have the maturity and knowledge to run the kingdom on their own in the future. He promised the King to make them wise.

He said – “More important than knowledge is the knowledge of how to use it. I will teach this to your sons. They will learn how to think, not what to think. Then they will be ready to rule the world.”

He created stories for them and tied them in five parts called ‘Tantras’. Thus ‘The Panchatantra’ or ‘The Five Wise Lessons’ took birth. They were entertaining and educative and each had a moral/philosophical undertone. There were stories within stories. And at the end Vishnusharma met his goal’

Those stories are being told and retold several time and followed many children to their sleep.

But my favorite one, the one I was talking about, emerges from a different source.

We were studying in the Marine campus then. Beneath the shadow of the tree I was sitting beside Raziya, unable to take my eyes off her face. When she smiled it was like spring in the valley. Her voice was music to my ears. Admiring her beauty I told her that she looks like a goddess.  Pretty smart stuff, but a cliché. But no other wise comment came to my mind then.

She brushed it off and said- “No… not goddess. I would better be Little Red Riding Hood… and you… the Wolf!”

For those who don’t know the story or don’t remember-

Once upon a time lived a little girl called Little Red Riding Hood, named after the red riding cloak she wears, in the village near the forest. One fine morning the girl took permission from her mother to visit her grandmother. The girl had to cross the woods to reach her house. Forgetting her mother’s advice she spent time collecting beautiful wild flowers. A wolf appeared before her and asked what she is doing. Little Red Riding Hood honestly told him about her destination. The wolf took a shortcut and reached the grandmother’s house. The grandmother, waiting for Little Red Riding Hood, opened the door to the wolf and (this is funny) the wolf gobbled her at once! He wore her cloth to disguise and soon enough the girl knocked on the door. When she entered the house she could scarcely recognize her Grandmother who was lying on the bed all covered.

“But Grandmother!  What big ears you have!” said Little Red Riding Hood as she came closer to the bed.

“The better to hear you with, my dear.” replied the wolf.

“But Grandmother!  What big eyes you have!” said the girl.

“The better to see you with, my dear.” replied the wolf.

“But Grandmother!  What big teeth you have!” said the girl, her voice quivering slightly.

“The better to eat you with, my dear.” roared the wolf and he leapt out of the bed and gobbled the poor little girl.

A haunter happened to hear her cry. He entered the house, found the wolf, now taking a nap. He cut open his stomach and rescued the girl and her grandmother.

They must have lived happily ever after.

End of story. The moral – ‘don’t talk to strangers’.

I was speechless hearing Raziya calling me the Wolf. I said “Wait a minute… I could be the hunter.”

On a second thought, through a fable she was telling me that “we are not strangers anymore”. I got the message, loud and clear, inside my head. What a way to express her love!

Now I remember those good old days. Memories are like wine, they get better with time.

She always told me that I’m good at telling stories, could be because I cooking up stories, that I should take writing seriously.  And hear I am, writing a blog, waiting for your comment.

It’s all thanks to her.

Raziya… my muse…

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  1. nayana Said,

    A gr8 work indeed…brought us more closer to raziya…

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