Saturday, August 20, 2011

Folk Tales 5; Beuty and the Beast

Grrrr.......  or is it yip yip....

Beuty and the Beast....
There in a small town was a young lady, whose spectacles rims are as thick as the one dollar coin in my hand, for without it; she is blind as a bat. But her looks was no beauty either but plain as that of the plains in any place. But they named her Beuty for her love in romance books was so great, that her head was always in the clouds.
Across this same town was a big mansion which used to house a great family, with the traditions to the town that can lined a pavement length in the town, but the decades of wastage and scandals destroyed that name, and now stands there is a lonely structure with an equally lonely creature who stayed there as the Beast, for his beastly nature comes out to roam the town after dark. Where the angels fears to tread, the beast sits in its shadow and basked in it.
Tonight, Beuty looked at the silent street in anxiety for the Beast as she has done for many nights. She is in love with the man they branded as the Beast. But they see not the inner self of the Beast, who is a charming man with a passion for night rides on his bike as its the only time, there are no traffic to stopped him. But he also harbours a passionate love for the lady with the spectacles for she sees what is in him and not of his assumed looks.
Unknown to the young lovers, there dwell a devil in the disguise of man; a true beast of perverted desires whose charms are unrivalled by any but only rejected by Beuty as she sees him for himself. She fears him,and he loathes the Beast for diverting his prey’s attention. So he planned the demise of the Beast with his words and accusations with some town folks. Tonight they lie low to catch the love struck couple for the misdeeds construe within their own minds.
The young couple was caught and headed for the town square where a jury was lined up to judged them. The jury was a set of normal folks with the view of justice is the guilty need to be prove innocence. Soon the hecklers takes place as they scorn at the Beast who they claim is a descendant of the underworld. Then the justified folks joined in with their view on the justified reason for the guilty couple. Last not to be excluded are the elites who spoke on the the imbalance of the couple as if they can see beyond their nose. And the verdict was given. The Beast has defiled Beuty and deserved to be punished.
But wait, Beuty has this to say before the punishment; ‘I have loved to the point of madness, that which is called madness, that which to me is the only sensible way to love *. Now you see my madness but do you see yourself. Are you all within your senses or are you all without one.’ But the maddening crowd holds no pleas and reduce the Beast to a pulp on the square, and they left for their homes having done a deed deemed good. But still standing there is the man whose perverted form of justice gloats at his accomplishment. He turns to walked away as he see no more of the beauty in her, but a broken lady holding her dying man. Unfortunately for him, he did not see the oncoming late bus which passed by here at midnight. If only he stayed up late most nights or asked Beast, he may be walking again tomorrow.
As for Beuty and the Beast, love has a magical quality; its heal with time. And soon the couple was whole again, and they carried on their madness in love in another town. Its after all a sensible thing to do considering this town rejected them.
( There are many times we are blind to the things we do, as we see them only on the surface and ignored the real reason for it to exist; we just did not see deep or wide enough. Its takes real patience to see the real side of things. )
* ( Francoise Sagan, playwright and novelist. 1935-2004 )

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