A Father’s Bedtime Story

November 11, 2008

When my sister and I were little girls, my dad helped my mom to keep us out of her way by making up stories. This one story stands out as a personal favourite. Though the story sounds better in Konkani and with my dad’s way of saying it, I still present you the story “Kids in the Woods”

Once upon a time, there lived a family – a father, a mother, a boy and a girl. They lived very close to the woods. One night, the parents told the the kids, “Kids, we have to go for a party. We will be back very late, so lock the door and stay tight. Do not venture out until we are back.” The kids nodded their heads and bade their parents goodnight. However the kids had other ideas. They had always wanted to explore the nearby forest. So they set out in the direction of the woods. It was dark but they walked deep into the jungle. The woods seemed endless and that is when the kids realized they were lost. The little kids realized they should have listened to their parents and not come out to explore the woods at this time and by themselves. As they thought about what they should do next, they spotted a faint light coming from between the tree trunks. They thought the best way out would be to follow the light. So they trudged onwards in the direction of the light. They half walked and half ran till they reached the hut from where the light was coming from. They knocked on the door and waited for it to open. A few seconds later, the door was opened by a frog. “Hello Mr Frog. Can you shelter us in your hut till our parents come looking for us. We went to explore the woods and now we are lost.” The frog gently scolded them for coming out at such a late time. “Kids, I would have sheltered you if I were the owner of this hut. As it is, the owner is a demon. He has gone out looking for food and will be back any time now. You better go somewhere else and hide, otherwise he will be sure to eat you up.” The frightened kids now deeply regretted disobeying their parents and felt that their thrill had to be paid with a heavy price. As they started to walk away from the hut, the earth started shaking. The frog called out to them and told them to run back to the hut. “Hurry, come back. The demon is on his way home. Come quickly. I will try and hide you. ” The kids ran back and went to hide behind the door of one of the inner rooms. They stayed there quietly and sent up prayers to God to protect them from harm. The demon came in. He sniffed the air suspiciously, “I smell humans here.” The frog said, :You are imagining things. I am the only one here. I have been home the whole day, scrubbing and cleaning the house and not once did a human come by.” The demon ignored the frog and continued to sniff the air. He walked in to the house and began to search for humans. The frog quickly yelled for the kids to hear, “Quickly open the cupboard and the little drawer in it. You ll find a doll. Break its head and you ll be safe.”
The kids came out and started to open the cupboard when the demon spotted them. He ran to prevent the kids from sealing his death, but he was too late. The kids had the doll in their hands. They quickly broke its neck. The demon stopped in his tracks and began to feel pain. He felt as though a huge fire had been started in his body. As the kids and the frog watched, the demon started to burn. They ran so that they will not catch fire. The frog turned to the kids and recounted his tale, ” I too had run from my parents house ignoring their warnings. The demon trapped and I begged him not to eat me and in exchange I would be his slave for life. Thats how I had to pay a price for the exploring the world without knowing the dangers that lie ahead. I will lead you to your home if you tell me the address. ” The kids gave their home address to the frog. By the time they reached home it was morning and the parents were sick with worry. When they saw how anxious their parents were, they felt so ashamed. They apologised profusely and recounted what had happened. The parents thanked the frog and the frog hopped away to find his family.

As I was writing this story, I almost felt transported to those days when I was little. I could almost hear my appa’s voice calming us down with this tale. Now that I think about it, Appa has the perfect story telling voice. I look forward to the days I can hear this story when he is surrounded with his grand kids. 🙂

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The First Chugh

November 5, 2008

Hello! Someday I wish to be a writer of some decent worth. 🙂 No, not the future novelista … I fancy being an instructional designer and to create content for the same. The problem is I have no idea how to go about it. America, it seems is a country which gives jobs only to people who have had significant relevant experience and all I have are my dreams. My hope for the time would be to start off with researching for courses in Instructional Design. And of course to blog regularly. 🙂

I have spent too much time monologuing over my dreams. I would like to say something about myself, so that you would know whom you are reading about.

Well , my name is Ashwini Shenoy, age 27. Freshly landed in the US of A from India. I am married since the last 5 years to my sweetheart, Sachin (In fact, today is my 5th wedding anniversary). I feel good to be here but miss my family a lot. Family and friends are what Indians thrive on. When we are with them, we have hundreds of issues with them, but we cant do without them either! Sigh, Indians are a mad sort, but lovable nonetheless.

I hope I have been interesting so far. I would love it if you do drop your feedback on anything you think you may have to say. Thanks for reading! Have a good day!