A friend of mine and I were discussing about marriage since she was getting married to her boyfriend of nine years. We were planning her wedding, she out of the blue asked me, what is your dream wedding, and anything with no restrictions what would you have? It was pretty easy so I answered immediately that it’d be NO WEDDING! She gave me a slap on the hand and asked “seriously” and asked me to think hard and tell her what I really wanted because apparently it’s important to have a dinner wear a fluffy costume.
So for a minute or two I thought and I told her, if I am to have a wedding I want to wear a jeans and t shirts. I want it to be something that I can have fun at not be stressed that my makeup is going to be messed or my dress isn’t fluffy. I want wear a plain white t shirt and jeans. And the guy standing next to me can wear whatever he feels comfortable in. I don’t want to have a back drop where people will come and stand and take pictures of us like as if we are some sort of celebrity wax figures. I don’t want to be the statue who has to smile all the time like it’s something painted on my face.
I want to be able to move about, from place to place. I want it to be in a place where there are sofas, tables ( more like a coffee shop appearance design) I want it to be something like I’m meeting a bunch of friends for a cup of tea or coffee kind of things. I DON’T WANT to have a bunch of flowers in my hand that I need to carry about or a skirt to drag around. I just want to have fun.
She looked at me as if I was some sort of an idiot and told me, you are nuts and exclaimed what about the photos??? What about the pictures, you take pictures don’t you want to remember the moments. It was my turn to look at her as if she is this ridiculous being and I asked her, remember the time we go out and have some fun with our cameras??? I want it to be a bring your own camera kind of things, and if I need to hire a photographer to do our wedding portraits I should make a fund to fly in “Aaron Nace” from North Carolina and who is like the best digital artist/photographer I’ve seen and someone who is inspires me every day. And No I don’t want indoor portrait kind of thing.
That is my dream wedding you asked me what I wanted and it’s what I want and I don’t want it any other way. But there’s a difference between wanting and having. Weddings are suppose to be about the bride and groom, so if they want to have fun I don’t think they should be sitting in one place all the time.
She thought of a moment and started chatting about her dress which included a train and a fluffy skirt, just like a princess regretting ever asking me how I wanted my wedding to be.
This is about a girl. About a girl named Alice. This is a story about her a girl who excelled in her class, was the top in the college, yet dropped out from the University of her Postgraduate Class to see the world and lived her life. This is a story about a girl who wanted to live.
Her life as she states in a journal started when she found herself going out with her new found friends. She was making up for all those years she had lost. Years trying to fit in from one social group to the other, and failing miserably as her school work kept her from being with the groups. Each group had an expectation of being with them all the time even if that meant she was to neglect her works. But the dreams of being an astrophysicist was what kept her out of the fun as she had called it.
Her world was still very bright with her eyes closed. She could hear unusual music. She could feel heat. She slowly opened her eyes. She opened them wide, and rubbed them. Was she dreaming or was she in a trance.
The sky was bright blue and castle stood before her. Flowers everywhere of numerous kinds, and trees bearing fruits of every kind. Heaven or not she wasn't sure. Dreaming or real she couldn't identify. She kept walking around and around looking for her friends. Where were they and how did she get here?
In a distant she saw figures that looked human. They were in a circle, dancing and singing. She rushed to join them but stopped on tracks. She rubbed her eyes again for she kept seeing fairies dancing and drinking what seemed like nectar from roses.
Their wings glittered in the sun. Their dresses made of petals and short exposing their slender legs. They weren't the only ones in the group she noticed. There were oddly colored and dressed goblins. She just stood and stared in amazement counting the number of these beautiful creatures while they increased in number.
One of them came and pulled her in to the circle laughing and giggling. They gave her a golden wine cup, she drank unquestioning and felt as if she melted away. For some reason she understood their language and nodded when one asked if she had pollen from the cherry blossom.
Pollen from the cherry blossom is an experience that one could never imagine. It gives strength and makes one feel younger and more beautiful. The moment she took it she had felt as if all her fears fade away and she had felt light and swayed to the music of the gods. She knew what the little nymphs and elves meant when they asked her, for taking pollen had brought her to them, to this amazing world that was far better and glorious than anything she had ever seen.
She kept dancing and singing with a tambourine in her hands. She was no longer dressed in jeans but she wore a long dress and necklace made of morning dew drops. Her bare foots grazed the wet grass of the flowery field. She danced to a music she had never heard before, yet so soothing. And she flew on a bird she never saw before rising high in to the clouds and touching tree tops with the fairies with the wings that glistened with colors of the rainbow in sun and all the bright colors around. She sang, she danced, and she flew yet just about when she was about to try out her new bright wings and fly to the freedom it all started to fade.
The cheers of the fairies started to disappear. The music started to turn to screams. She felt a gush of cold water going through here skin as she fell, her wings shriveling in to pool. She felt suffocated and drowning in an ocean. She shut her eyes screaming. Something was pulling her hair, touching her face. She felt helpless as she screamed.
It was smurfs. They had her in a pool of ice cold water. They kept trying to pull her in more and more. No matter how hard she tried to get away she was pulled deeper in the pool. She started to tremble and shiver with cold. And she felt her skin turn as blue as the smurfs. Were they trying to turn her one of them? No! They were not trying to turn her in to one; she was already one of them. Her skin was blue, she had a big eyes, blond hair and she wore a white dress with a cap on her head. Her head started to spin...Maybe it was the green blood that seeped through her veins, everyone knows that you can be human for a few moments only before you become smurf again and the change in molecular balance of the body just was too hard for her to handle. But she was home, and now she can rest in peace before sharing the wonderful story with the fellow smurfs. With thoughts of fairies, mingling with humans and dragons and nymphs she fell in to a deep sleep.
When she died that night, no one came to claim her.People scattered away from her. The paramedics try to revive her number of times.They tried resuscitating her using shocks but had to call her dead when her heart just wouldn’t give a beat.
They pronounced her dead on arrival. The cause of death claimed to be overdose. People who used to know her were there, but no one from her group of friends in that club showed up even to the funeral. They might vet been scared that they might get caught. Or they might have been too stoned and wasted to attend.
Her last entry on a journal they found in her room stated “I want to live and make sure I lived for all that I missed”, but the thing is she died, and she died when all she wanted was to live
WHO IS A BETTER FRIEND? some one who stands by watching a friend throws away his/her life in to a chaos without doing anything and then helping him/her back to their feet when they mess up big time or is it some one who doesnt let him/her throws away his/her life away in to the chaos in the first place???
those of who has watched the movies "an american crime" or "the girl next door", must be familiar with the story. I was doing a small research on various form of child abuse when i came across her story. though it to in place in the 1960's its gruesome and i cant understand why anyone would do such. she was a daughter of carnival workers and when her parents were working she was placed under the guardianship of Baniszewski family. She was tortured and abused by gertrude baniszewski. she was tortured to death. can read the whole story here
imagine my surprise when i found this picture in the PO site... I was so jealous that alyan my nine year old brother beat me to it. I so wanted to take a picture with the president Nasheed, well to add it to my collection, if political figures of the Maldives, so far i have one with umar naseer, hassan saeed and maumoon
