Sunday, March 23, 2008

The Mind Wanders When Dinner Is Late.

I know looking fresh-flower beautiful is a prerequisite, but one can overlook that at times, can't one. I wish I was a Rajput princess married to a Mughal Emperor who tamed elephants. And that is not Jodhaa Akbar talking, I really think it would be nice. You aren't expected to give exams or have a career or handle life with a mobile phone where everyone's a call away. You need to communicate through scrolls. You are only expected to train as a warrior and look beautiful and wear iridescent clothes. Then you can get married off, Mughal emperor or not - no worries about never finding a man who will like you. And you can be a part of a harem where you'll be left alone if you make sure you're aloof and disdainful, and then you can pet bunnies in luxurious gardens for days on end. That would suit me, right about now.

And even if you don't train in the martial arts you can carry a catapult around and let fly that knoblike tikli thing on your head right into your opponent's eye.

I don't even know why I'm writing this.

6 kindred spirits have swallowed my rambling:

Elendil said...

Hahahaha. You're losing it :D Aah, exams :)

Doubletake, Doublethink. said...

i know! i'm binge-writing. and i wrote another one almost immediately.

heh? ok said...

you and kitkat are soulmates. most definitely. she has good ideas about princessdom too.

Doubletake, Doublethink. said...

@ heh? ok: kitkat? haven't read her blog, why haven't i? *goes off to look*

little boxes said...

i am glad you wrote it....
fun read...
lol!

Rahul Saha said...

nice blog but sometimes romance is just that. romance.