A fairy tale

March 27, 2009 § 14 Comments

In my dreams I do believe,
One day I will achieve.


Fairy tales begin with ‘once upon a time’ and so does this one. Once upon a time, in a world far far away  from ‘reality’ there was a little boy in a big city. He dreamed of reaching the stars which he saw and thought that if he could keep improving his paper plane design, he could build a craft and finally go and see the stars closer.


From photoshopped

He was a good old chatterbox,non-stop super-sense  if not to others ,to himself. But what was more shocking was the way he could observe people and things. Though people around made fun of  him,he loved the stars and told himself, he would go up away from this world and see them some day , some how. But at that he didn’t know one thing-that when people decide your dream is ridiculous they try to make sure you can never reach it.

And so the time came when the kid entered first standard and the bright lad, now hated school,because the teachers some how didn’t like him.The smart boy he had been in kindergarten was now gone. He realized he liked a certain girl ,who was popular,got good marks and whom everyone wanted to talk to-things he wasn’t. Oh! he and marks – Some how,they never seemed to matter to him,yet they seemed to give people a reason to say why he can’t go to the ‘space’ and visit the universe ,he wasn’t getting enough marks!

But that didn’t stop him,he was a determined kid.In his mind,he could see himself peeping out of the window at the stars and enjoying the serene silence. Where ever he thought of that,he felt on top of that world,below him called earth,how those people tried to tell him he can’t fly,but he was little bird wasn’t he? 

In his dreams ,he achieved plenty more. He lead a life,away from the reality. And as life would have it,he was never popular in school, though he wished he was , but that gave him plenty of time,to live in his own little world of ideas and ideals. But his marks saw a bit of daylight and slowly started going up for a while.

By the time he entered his teens,he still thought of his stars but he now understood,what the world would do-he was old enough to understand people and their ways. So one day he sat and told himself,no matter what life throws at him,he would get there.

But within a while,all changed and his dreams seemed to have gone away.Someone seemed to have stamped the little paper plane -he hated it,he never was a earthling,earth was meant for creatures who wanted safety,not for heroes like him.Then suddenly,a thread stuck from the sky and he started to climb towards the stars. One the way up,he knocked on God’s door and give him his best smile.

But suddenly everything came crashing,some human was pulling him down, this shouldn’t happen,to the little boy,the young man told himself  , would this be the end of the road for his dream. Then something struck him, there is another path, to his dream,not one of climbing up a thread, but one which he had to discover and on the way he would learn more about humans and the way they act . He told himself that he would make it , he felt the warmth of the dreams .

During the day,he observed the race he was left in and tried to figure out why people were people and why they might be so. Then they called him a idealist. He hated it as much as he hated the way people behaved. But he knew,if he ever was going to go to the stars, he needed to tell these people , it was they who showed him , his ideas and ideals , they who showed him how to build a paper plane and it was they who crushed it and pulled the ropes. This was not helplessness . If he wanted he knew, there were other ways, there were people , who would love to have him(or so he believed) but he despised helplessness , if not this, than that , the stars kept calling. 

Year after year,he tried; Then one night,he wept,the man did weep, he wanted his little paper plane , so he took a paper and made such a plane and as things would have it,in the plane he saw what he had missed , he knew that all the while he had made the choices towards love ,he knew that got him here. But he also knew, in the heart of every child,there lives a star and if you remain that kid,no one can steal the dream in your head. So he lay dreaming…..Yup, this was the path of love…



A fairy tale should have a good or a positive ending ,  will this  end is such a way? I leave it you to write what happens to the young man…


Tagged: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

§ 14 Responses to A fairy tale

  • A fairy tale says:

    […] Original post by the light shines the brightest […]

  • Indyeah says:

    ”in the heart of every child,there lives a star and if you remain that kid,no one can steal the dream in your head. ”
    beautiful and so true…

    Nope you write it ..waiting for a beautiful end or maybe the beginning? 🙂

  • Priya Joyce says:

    how r ur exams goin dude..r they over??

  • The same world which called him an idealist, also calls Einstein a genius. After calling him an idealist for many years. I read some where that he was even sent out in his third standard for not able to follow his maths class!! But why did the same people around him change their mind afterwards?

    Destination Infinity
    So, this was your post on idealism? Nice one!

  • lena says:

    beautiful ending… even though each fairy tale ends with “they lived happily after”.. we dont really know what happens after this after.. we only should know that happiness as our dreams are in our hands

  • Smita says:

    🙂 loved the last few lines the most…

    We need to keep the dream alive in us….

    I agree with Indyeah for the ending 🙂

  • Reema says:

    “Keep your dreams alive. Understand to achieve anything requires faith and belief in yourself, vision, hard work, determination, and dedication. Remember all things are possible for those who believe.”~ Gail Devers

    “All people dream, but not equally.
    Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind,
    Wake in the morning to find that it was vanity.
    But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people,
    For they dream their dreams with open eyes,
    And make them come true. ” ~ D.H.Lawrence

  • Nita says:

    This isn’t about the story but about the first two lines. You will surely achieve! Just choose the right profession!

  • Priya says:

    hahaha nice picture! 😛

  • Solilo says:

    May your fairy tale have a good ending 😉

  • kaddu says:

    hmm…i dunno…you decide on the ending 😀 nice thought provoking story, though…
    So, how did your exams go? good luck for your results!! 😀

  • kaddu says:

    btw…nice header!!

  • @indyeah: 😀

    @pj: yup over 🙂

    @DI: lol 😛 they do so ,because they are hypocrites 🙂

    @lena: 😉 😀

    @smita: 😀

    @reema: 🙂

    @nita: 😀

    @priya: 😛

    @solilo: 😀

    @kaddu : 😉 yup it went well 😀

  • he hated it,he never was a earthling,earth was meant for creatures who wanted safety,not for heroes like him

    Sounds familiar to me! 😉

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

What’s this?

You are currently reading A fairy tale at the light shines the brightest.


%d bloggers like this: