Category: life

You are the Sting


Desires are like an old favorite fragrance trapped in a hard glass bottle….. No matter for how long you put it away, sealed….  The fragrance will hit you whenever you let the lid lose.


He was gone…. Vanished into thin air with the love of his life… or so he said. And I collected the shattered remains of me, put them in a pouch and walked along trying to get back to myself the way I was before he stormed into my being..

Time slipped and I walked far ahead of the memories and the longing in my heart simmered, hoping to one day be free from his burden I now carried with me.

 Its been so long, I haven’t heard from him that I cant even place his voice now……but wait… what do I see….

My phone flashes a familiar name today….. oh heart hold on tight, for I know not what to hope when I accept the incoming ring.

A push of a button was all it took for the bottle to break … let alone open…. And I was dragged back to the same world I had been trying to run away from.

He is sad, not his usual self… crying maybe

The love of his life has left him for someone she now loved

He says he is alone…… the same as I, when he walked passed by me

He says he is broken… as am I since he eloped

He says his heart is now numb…. And all I can think of is mine still is.


The brain argues and says all the right things….. it says to move on… to not get tangled, it commands me to not give in

“don’t feel it… don’t show it” it yells…. “ he broke you once and now is at it again”…. Say my friends who saw me break once.

But the damned heart hopes on still…


A touch, a kiss, the longing persists

Its hard, its cruel… but still to me is a jewel

He cut me once and left me bleeding,

I know not why but my heart, stupid.. its still pleading

Come back it says, for I know not more

Without you my life seems empty and my heart is sore


But not anymore, will I listen to this heart of mine

For it rushes in and breaks its spine

And I have to bear the pain and the passion brunt



So no more I say to you… no more will you get to sob. No more will I be the pillar you hold in grief and the stand you let go when the need be.


I might be sad and I might be hurting

But you my friend are a pleasure that will sting

So I say good bye to you now and forever

For I shall love and lust myself and no other


You are the chapter which I have turned and now await the beginning of a better new dawn




Confused minds….

Loud music, friends bombarding my watsapp, and my monitor blinking with the cursor waiting for me to start tip-tapping my thoughts on this techno paper of the new age……… what is it that I want to say….. What is it that is nibbling my brains and occupying my thoughts….?
Can’t bring myself to answer anyone, attend calls or even get up…….. What has brought me to this halt, this juncture….?

The nine to five behind the desk job?
My painfully irritating and psychologically agonizing boss?
The absence of anything happening and/or creative in my life?
Or maybe the mere fact that I am breathing in a very mundane life everyday for the past five months….?
Who knows what it is……
I crave the friends I used to sit all day long, yapping every thought that passed my brains till wee hours of the morning. Yearning for the days which have slipped away like sand from a tight fist…. longing for a tight hug from someone close.
In this busy life where the world taps a stick on the floor and orders you to march along without a breath of fresh air, we have lost those who walked alongside, somewhere behind….
There remains just a dense fog of loneliness and unknown.
Cornered like a lost puppy or a wounded animal, I search….. Search for the familiar light that was omnipresent, guiding me all along……. afraid to step foot into the unknown dark where nothing is of you, for you….. Where no one is yours to keep and hold.

Some days I bump into my past which flashes that old warm smile at me….. we walk some distance together, reminiscing and basking in the good old days which we have spent together, but then… in a blink she vanishes into the thin air like a magician’s assistant evaporates with the call of “abra-ka-dabra”
Cross roads are tricky…… the past tugs and the future calls….. What has gone shall not return says the nature of the universe, yet the new awaits, carrying with itself the mystery which the heart refuses to unravel.
Searching for myself in the crowd of millions…….. Me, which would shine brighter than the sun, fly lighter than air and fill the heart with the soothing warmth of self worth…….
Searching for my north star………


Age…… A three letter word which scares every living being on earth. Some try to hide it, some try to fight it and the rest just learn how to accept it, only a few embrace it gladly.

Age has different levels and I am, I think at the maturity level or the dunce level, depends on how u look at it.

Standing on the threshold of the age 23, I am finding myself in the midst of ceremonies where-in my friends are getting hitched one after the other. It’s like ducks sitting in a row being shot by the hunter one by one…… or so I feel. Anyways, so as I mentioned, ongoing marriages are giving me the jitters.

My mom says there are three things in this world we don’t have control over…. birth, marriage and death.  Now in my opinion anything being compared to death cannot be a good plan of action to follow. However, I refrain myself from passing that comment in fear of the mighty flying chappal.

A mild conversation with a close friend a few days back got me thinking, what is it about this eight letter word that gives me the scare of all the horror movies put together, and why. As any techi youngster in my geeky generation would do, I resorted to the ultimate “Google baba” to seek the answers to this mystical word.

The English dictionary defines Marriage as, “a social union or legal contract between people called spouses that establishes rights and obligations between the spouses, between the spouses and their children, and between the spouses and their in-laws.”

Well that I knew, what I really want to know is that does this institution holds that much strength and potential as it is believed to have or is it some social mumbo-jumbo of some ancestor who wanted to do this experiment and screw with the lives of all the generations to come.

I am a girl. Now having set the basics and the obvious, I would like to list down how we are raised. Being a girl fundamentally brings with itself fairytales and stories. Stories of true love and happily ever afters, princes who come to the rescue on their noble steeds and fantasy weddings which brings with itself marital bliss(automatically apparently)…. don’t ask me how…. this is the basic memo for a girl and her mental upbringing.

So by the time we reach the age of finding love we are already stuffed with such mythical stereotypes. we start our hunt for this Mr. Perfect who is going to change our lives and will be able to create soothing background music with just one touch………a bit too melodramatic you say…. but is it not the truth??

Anyways, walking into a marriage, (be it love or arranged is like walking blindfolded into a pit of snakes. You may or may not be bitten….. Completely your luck. A lottery you can say. You either have a jackpot or you become the sympathy stock of the world.

The western world has moved beyond the classical convention of marriage…. I don’t believe this. Everywhere in the world it is the same. One wrong move and you stew in your own sorrow for ever. You may even get a separation but mistakes cannot be undone. In life so I’ve seen and learned…. you can only move forward like a pawn in chess…. there are no reverse turns!!!!

So here is what I ask…. what my mind questions the world which is so pro marriage at the right age and right time…


  • Can anyone guarantee the success of a marriage at the right time and age?
  • Can we not enter this institution when we feel it is the right time, rather than listen to the thousand of lame people who are so good at serving free advice to the world?
  • Is it not the person’s own right and free will to decide which whom, when and where he/she would like to get hitched?
  • Why is it that six month down the lane of marriage if either of the two individuals feel that this is not where they would like to see themselves in the days and years to come, they are not allowed by the society to move on?
  • Why can’t two people give an equally good and nurturing upbringing to their kids when they are separated as they would have given as a married couple?
  • Why is it that for families, the society and the relatives takes a higher and much more important stand than the wills and wishes of their own children?

And lastly…

  • If the law across the world gives me the authority to be an adult after the age of 18, why is it that I still don’t have the permission to access my rights as an adult when it comes to this crucial life changing decision of MARRIAGE?

So readers, (if there are any…) I leave you to ponder upon these questions and would welcome anyone to answer them and satisfy me with the apt answers to these question….and maybe then I would not be as skeptic about marriage as I am today.



Well all those who read my blogs would by now have come to know that I am a person who asks a hell lot of questions….
Well u can say that I m confused… Very confused with the ball games of life.

So being ME I have one more question which I think is very very common yet has never been answered…. Ever….
What is love …. And when do u know you are in love with someone???
I am completely stumped by this question as well as thought. Every now and then I have people come and confess that they either have fallen in love or are in love with someone… But somehow the reality of the scenario is firstly very hugely different from how I imagine and picture it to be in my head, and secondly very very weird.
I have been in one relationship and have kind of fallen for someone(I don’t know weather or not to call it love). So as I was saying my relationship hit the rocks because my boyfriend was a jerk as happens in 99.99% of cases. As for my crush is concerned he got married and decided to marinate and grill me in his barbecue of blissful married life stories. Though I never told him that I had fallen for him, yet I feel that someone needs to be a real bonehead and a big fat dodo not to understand. Anyways so even my second attempt of finding “LOVE” crashed and landed face first.

Who in today’s times had actually, hopelessly, irrevocably, unconditionally fallen in love with someone other than PS3 or i-phone. Where are those men who make your knees weak and your heart melt. Who have their jackets ready if you are cold and will sing you a song to make you understand how they feel. Who would give you a red rose and a tight hug to show that they are the only one who’ll love you so much in the whole wide world.

I think god just made the last piece like 100 years back and then broke the mould.

Falling for someone, according to me is quite easy, you just have to let the dumb brain take over….. But falling in love it takes real analysis and brain because you go for the right person when you fall in love.

I do believe from the depths of my heart that love happens just once. Effects of the romantic movies, songs and poems you can say. I mean who will not believe the dialogs of jack in titanic, or the love of gerard butler in p.s I love you.

I am searching for my gerard who’ll come on a white horse. Call me crazy and call me stupid….
I may not know what love is or how it happens… But I do know that the compromising, ugly, weird, possessive, doubtful relations of today are not love… Lust or crush maybe but not love.

Because love is what fills your heart with a sweet mushyness not a vacuum of instability and power thurst.

Love is but one true pure feeling towards another heart.


Lately my brain has posed a million and zillion load of questions to which there are no apparent answers.

So my MBA degree has finally come to its tragic end:- NO PLACEMENT. All the few jobs which my college was able to dish out were weird, unwanted and basically stupid. And hence could not attract me despite a lot of trying from both me and my college.

So now I am left with my CV and a hell of a lot of doors to knock onto for a job.

I had started off as a dreamer. I dreamt of getting placed at a good 5 star hotel as a good human resource executive, flaunting my shiny new uniform and skills to my friends and bosses respectively. Along with it came the entailed hopes of having a small yet cute house of my own and a small car in a few years, some self paid parties and holidays.

But now all these dreams are falling head first and crashing. No matter where I go and which-ever company I approach for a job let alone hospitality industry…. The only answer I am hearing is “drop in your CV in our mail and we’ll get back in touch with you.” And we all know that they never get back in touch.

Companies today are like one night stands, they lure you, seduce you, want you to come to them and when you call, they go, “it’s not you, its me….or… ill call you” on you.

Aahhhh……  this is so frustrating..

These people sure do forget their own job searching days so soon. Let alone empathy or sympathy, these guys lack even the basic skills of courtesy.

How nice it would have been if we could just take a gun along and get a job at gun point…..

Most of the time we have the skills for a job, the capability and the competency but fail due to the high flying noses of these companies and recruiters.

They say they want EXPERIENCED candidates…. Someone please should go and tell them that if they wont give me a job how the hell am I gonna be a freaking “EXPERIENCED candidate”.

I think they just say that to avoid taking an interview and stuff…

Well as far as I am concerned I might just get married….. what worse can I do with my unemployed meaning less life…

What is your opinion….


Dear stranger

I don’t know your name, so its kind of weird writing a letter to you. Yet I thought of giving it a try, for I know you wouldn’t mind a little weird. Its been a while now since I have started thinking about you. Many a times I think of you, here next to me, spending time with me…. Other times I think how you would be like, would you be tall or short, dark or pale… Would you like music or movies or coffee or drives….

Then all of a sudden I find myself smiling at the thoughts of you… You holding me… Talking to me… And time just passing away. Me stealing your fries and you fighting me for the last bits of popcorn… I see us wrestling for the remote but settling for the lamest of movies cause hey! who’s watching the movie anyway.

I think of you on full moon nights and imagine long drives, echoes of laughter, crappy jokes and senseless conversations of martians, pen fights and WWE favourites. Once in a while i play with the crazy thought of crossing your mind as a stranger once in a while, catching you off guard.

Its funny that even though you are not here, sometimes the very thought of you helps me through. I hope you would not mind that I have used you as an excuse many a times to save myself from boring meet-ups and awkward conversations. You would know what i mean when you meet a few people i know. Heads Up!!

I have thought of crossing your path unknowingly a million times. Having wondered which face in the crowd is yours. I’ve thought of endless sunday afternoons spent in discussions over lazy eat-in options and Netflix scrolls we might dive into.

Its past one, and look at me …. All awake writing to you…
Hoping that one day you’ll read this letter and know that you’ve always been there….. Even when me were miles away…. Or even when we were just a heartbeat away.

I read a quote once that “your prince charming is on his way, he has just lost his way and is too proud to ask for directions” So i am hoping that by now you have turned on your GPS and are slowly edging towards me…. Dont worry about me cause i will still be here, watching those movies where the endings are happy …. Where the love returns…  still reading the books which end with the long lost hug… oh that hug!!

So my dearest, the day we meet… Ill peep in to you… In the hope to find even a small glimpse of me… You will have a warm conversation and a long lost evening waiting for you at the porch.

Until you find me, until we see each other again, sending you all my love and heart….

Always yours

You laugh when u are happy,

so do I,

You cry when YOUR heart is sad,

so do I,

You get angry when u lose something dear,

I do to

I might be the one sitting next to u,

I might be the one working with you,

i might be the one with whom u share your hurt and ur joy,

i am the one who is surrounded by millions,

yet i am the one who walks alone, all alone.

when god made humans, he must have leaned back and smiled. smiled at the sheer beauty and marvel of his own creation. the unique qualities which he gave to no other.

the ability to feel like no other.

the ability to cry like no other.

and most of all the rarest of rare a heart like no other.

A heart, which knew how to love, how to like and how to give like no other.

he created one and all

when man woke up he saw with his fresh eyes, felt with his new touch, and loved with his clean heart, but dust finds its way in every locked place. so it did. it found a place in our hearts, our touch and our eyes and soiled the purest creation of god.

we labelled everything dat came our way.

we loved what we liked and hated what we did not understand.

in all these years we have learnt a lot of things and come a long way, but today, we do know how to ask why, but we skipped the part where we had to say why not.

In my brief journey of finding that one unmentionable thing to mention among many – a – judging minds, I came across many topics.

some were funny, some were sad, some were weird and some gory. but there was one which remains unmentionable despite being a frequently mentioned hot topic of various talk shows, events and mockeries enjoyed by us all.

today, it is a humble effort from my end to reach out and enable all to feel a bit of that pain which is someone’s daily life and runs in every breath they take and every move they make. this is my effort to understand the third sex.

Beaten, probed, abused and molested. tortured, insulted, love lost, and deprived, they still know, how to love, how to care for, how to kiss with passion and how to embrace life which god gift wrapped for them. with hopes to have their own happily ever after and their white horses these young forever hearts, found, that one hand, which reached out, to hold and not to slap.

But nothing worth having comes easy.

He said, that he had a dream, that one day we will be free and get rights in our societies but this will need a LONG TIME

There were about 10 men there. They made me and my friend do pushups for over an hour. If we refused or stopped, they beat us. They told us to go faster and faster and if we couldn’t they threw water on us. They abused us. They said, “Why don’t you want to be with women, our pretty women?” We were beaten, punched, slapped on our faces and heads. They didn’t allow us to use the toilet for several hours.  The next morning, the attacker told the police, he had lied about what they did to us and they were released. The police took no action against the attacker,

I didn’t complain [to the police] because I didn’t have the courage to do it. I told myself there was no use. I could never get protection. The police don’t care what happens to gay men. It hasn’t stopped me from doing my job but now I know what to do to protect myself.

Frank was scared.

He told the reporters,

Sometimes I sell my body to pay rent. I don’t have a job. I used to work in a company that manufactured plastics. I was fired when they found out [I’m gay]. That was six years ago. I have not had a job since then. Every day I have a problem related to stigmatization and homophobia. I’m known in places where I go, as an MSM. Often I’m called names like “bitch.” Once I spent three weeks in bed from a beating I got for being gay. Where I live now, no one knows me. I’m only there at night for sleeping or on the weekends. I don’t go out. I don’t talk to anyone. I don’t interact with my neighbors. I have to be careful. I don’t go out when I could be noticed. I go home very, very late at night so that no one will see me. I hide because I can’t afford to get thrown out. It’s hard to find a place because I’m well known. I continue to be an activist, I go to meetings, speak at seminars.

I have heard several times, of people, getting killed because they are homosexual. It happens at private demonstrations and at private events. People also get hurt when police come to arrest men. Some people are hurt badly. It happens a lot in the community. I tell myself, I’ll die one day. Sometimes I’m very scared. What will happen if I can’t provide for myself? Or, if I fall sick?

People change lots of other personal things all the time. They dyed their hair and dieted themselves to near death.

They took steroids to build muscles and got breast implants and nose jobs so they’d resemble their favorite movie stars. They changed names and majors and jobs and husbands and wives. They changed religions and political parties. They moved across the country or the world. Even changed nationalities.

Why was gender the one sacred thing we weren’t supposed to change.

Who made that rule.

They are striving and pushing and pulling and making their own space their own world to be more habitable.

Lindsay Lohan, Ellen the ever charming Ricky Martin and an Indian Royalty Manvinder Singh are a few of the many celebrities who decided to come out of the closet.

Today, they don’t care about what we think. They just know that they have a right to smile, to laugh, to enjoy, to have a family, to have a life of their own where there are no pointing fingers, no abusing eyes, or hands that molest.

Today, they are happy that they are different and they are starting a new life.

Pedro and Sean, first met on the March of 1993 at Washington. They were meant to be fighting side by side for homosexual rights for many years. They got hitched at a similar LGBT support event. Its been years now. Pedro passed away very young. Sean keeps his love and memories of his beloved alive, with his activism and fights.

Ellen and Rosy, they first met in 2004, and gave birth to an affair to remember. The popular stand-up comedian and her beloved an actress got married in may 2008 in California. Today, they are one happy couple living with their 3 dogs and 4 cats in Beverly hills.

Yonatan and Omer Gher, married for over 6 years are an Israeli couple who came to Bombay in 2008 to receive their first born Evyatar by surrogacy. Today they are a happy and complete family.

Preeti and Aparna, got married in 2007 at a temple. 100’s of devotees became spectators of the first homosexual gandharv vivaah in India. The gifts were many stunned looks and amazed people who did come forward and blessed them. Both of them are disowned by their families.

I’m beautiful in my way ’cause God makes no mistakes. I’m on the right track baby, I was born this way.

– Lady Gaga, chorus to “Born This Way”

We need to realize that fairy tales evolve and change based on our current social and political setting. What is normal for one culture (even just a couple hundred years ago) is violent and ugly to another.

Just because Disney made a movie out of it, don’t think one particular version of anything is The Truth. That even goes for the “original versions” mentioned in this article. Many fairy tales are extremely old, and many have multiple origins, or have merged with other stories over time.

If you want to enjoy a fairy tale for enjoyment’s sake, that’s fine. But know that your entertainment may originally have had deeper lessons about life, love, good and evil. A quality story is one that can be enjoyed on multiple levels. Those stories are worth listening to. They’re definitely worth remembering and passing on to those who can learn from them. Don’t bury the classics. Keep them alive.

Sleeping Beauty

In the original sleeping beauty, the lovely princess is put to sleep when she pricks her finger on a spindle. She sleeps for one hundred years when a prince finally arrives, kisses her, and awakens her. They fall in love, marry, and (surprise surprise) live happily ever after. But alas, the original tale is not so sweet (in fact, you have to read this to believe it.) In the original, the young woman is put to sleep because of a prophesy, rather than a curse. And it isn’t the kiss of a prince which wakes her up: the king seeing her asleep, and rather fancying having a bit, rapes her. After nine months she gives birth to two children (while she is still asleep). One of the children sucks her finger which removes the piece of flax which was keeping her asleep. She wakes up to find herself raped and the mother of two kids.Sleeping Beauty’s “baby’s daddy” triumphantly returns and promises to send for her and the kids later, conveniently forgetting to mention that he’s married. When the trio is eventually brought to the palace, his wife tries to kill them all, but is thwarted by the king. In the end, Sleeping Beauty gets to marry the guy who violated her, and they all live happily ever after.

Hansel and Gretel

In the widely known version of Hansel and Gretel, we hear of two little children who become lost in the forest, eventually finding their way to a gingerbread house which belongs to a wicked witch. The children end up enslaved for a time as the witch prepares them for eating. They figure their way out and throw the witch in a fire and escape. In an earlier French version of this tale (called The Lost Children), instead of a witch we have a devil. Now the wicked old devil is tricked by the children (in much the same way as Hansel and Gretel) but he works it out and puts together a sawhorse to put one of the children on to bleed

(that isn’t an error – he really does). The children pretend not to know how to get on the sawhorse so the devil’s wife demonstrates. While she is lying down the kids slash her throat and escape.

Goldilocks and the Three Bears

In this heart warming tale, we hear of pretty little goldilocks who finds the house of the three bears. She sneaks inside and eats their food, sits in their chairs, and finally falls asleep on the bed of the littlest bear. When the bears return home they find her asleep – she awakens and escapes out the window in terror. The original tale (which actually only dates to 1837) the bears find Goldilocks and rip her apart and eat her.


In the modern Cinderella fairy tale we have the beautiful Cinderella swept off her feet by the prince and her wicked step sisters marrying two lords – with everyone living happily ever after. The fairy tale has its origins way back in the 1st century BC where Strabo’s heroine was actually called Rhodopis, not Cinderella. The story was very similar to the modern one with the exception of the glass slippers and pumpkin coach.In the oldest versions of the story, the slightly more sinister Cinderella actually kills her first stepmother so her father will marry the housekeeper instead. Guess she wasn’t banking on the housekeeper’s six daughters moving in or that never-ending chore list.But, lurking behind the pretty tale is a more sinister variation by the Grimm brothers: in this version, the nasty step-sisters cut off parts of their own feet in order to fit them into the glass slipper – hoping to fool the prince. The prince is alerted to the trickery by two pigeons who peck out the step sister’s eyes. They end up spending the rest of their lives as blind beggars while Cinderella gets to lounge about in luxury at the prince’s castle.

Snow White

In the tale of snow white that we are all familiar with, the Queen asks a huntsman to kill her and bring her heart back as proof. Instead, the huntsman can’t bring himself to do it and returns with the heart of a boar. Now, fortunately disney hasn’t done too much damage to this tale, but they did leave out one important original element: in the original tale, the Queen actually asks for Snow White’s liver and lungs – which are to be served for dinner that night! Also in the original, Snow White wakes up when she is jostled by the prince’s horse as he carries her back to his castle – not from a magical kiss. What the prince wanted to do with a dead girl’s body I will leave to your imagination. Oh – in the Grimm version, the tale ends with the Queen being forced to dance to death in red hot iron shoes!

Little Red Riding Hood 

This is a story of a little girl wearing a red cloak and hood, walking through the forest to deliver a basket of goodies to her grandmother. She was assigned this task by her mother, who warned her not to stray from the path, no matter how tempting. A wolf is stalking her, and realizing Little Red’s destination, decides to capitalize by eating both Little Red and her grandmother. The wolf meets Little Red in the forest, and convinces her to stray from the path and look around, causing her to waste time while the wolf speeds towards the Grandma’s house. The wolf eats the grandmother, disguises himself in her clothing, and waits patiently in the Grandma’s bed.

Little Red Riding Hood arrives, and then we have the immortal lines beginning with “Oh Grandmother, what big ears you have!” At the final line, the wolf grabs Little Red and eats her.

A new character is then introduced, that of a hunter, who may have been tracking the wolf. The hunter bursts in to the Grandma’s house. Knowing that using his gun may also kill the two trapped ladies, he grabs a pair of scissors and cuts open the wolf’s stomach. A red hood is the first thing to emerge. Little Red Riding hood and her grandmother tumble out. Both are still alive. The wolf is still alive. Then Little Red collects a bunch of heavy rocks, and puts them into the still-open stomach of the wolf. She sews up the stomach. The wolf tries to run, but due to the weight of rocks in its belly, it falls down and dies. After this bloody retribution, the hunter keeps and wears the wolf’s skin, the grandma gets her basket of goodies, and Little Red knows she will never be distracted from the footpath again.

Some versions of the story have a highly sexual overtone between Little Red Riding Hood and the wolf. One translation has Little Red strip naked and climb into bed with the wolf. When Little Red remarks on “Grandma’s” powerful arms, the response is “All the better to embrace you, my dear.” At no point does Little Red make a move to escape or fight back this blatant seduction.

The morals of the original Little Red Riding Hood: Don’t allow yourself to be distracted from your goals. Heed the wisdom of your parents. If you don’t, you will gain experience, though the process may be painful. A mature, controlled person can be sexually powerful without being threatening.

“Ring a Ring o’ Roses

Ring a Ring o’ Roses” or “Ring Around the Rosie” is a nursery rhyme or folksong and playground singing game. Many have associated the poem with the Great Plague which happened in England in 1665, or with earlier outbreaks of the Black Death in England.  The historical period dates back to the Great Plague of London in 1665 (bubonic plague) or even before when the first outbreak of the Plague hit England in the 1300’s. The symptoms of the plague included a rosy red rash in the shape of a ring on the skin (Ring around the rosy). Pockets and pouches were filled with sweet smelling herbs ( or posies) which were carried due to the belief that the disease was transmitted by bad smells. The term “Ashes Ashes” refers to the cremation of the dead bodies! The death rate was over 60% and the plague was only halted by the Great Fire of London in 1666 which killed the rats which carried the disease which was transmitting via water sources. The English version of “Ring around the rosy” replaces Ashes with (A-tishoo, A-tishoo) as violent sneezing was another symptom of the disease. The line Ashes, Ashes in alternative versions of the rhyme is claimed to refer variously to cremation of the bodies, the burning of victims’ houses, or blackening of their skin,

Ring around the rosy,
A pocket full of posies;
ashes, ashes
we all fall down!

The Little Old Lady who Lived in a Shoe – Yeah, well now I know why she lives in a shoe. It’s because she’s beating her kids to death and she doesn’t want them getting to child services to report her.

Little Lady In A Shoe

Everyone knows the beginning that says, “There was an old woman who lived in a shoe.

She had so many children, she didn’t know what to do.” But it continues that “She gave them some broth without any bread; Then whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.”

Some versions have her going coffin shopping after said beatings.

So she’s starving them and beating them. Now, if you’re looking to scare your kids into being good maybe this is your nursery rhyme.

funny how our childhood  fantasies were someones gruesome imaginations….