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How there's no longer a 'secret formula'...

The world is becoming more and more exciting. There have been a surprising number of uprisings; maybe people are realising that no individual can rule them against their wishes. Yes, on the global scale there is an awakening of sorts. But what I want to talk to you is about is this:

There was a time, when being an engineer or a doctor was all that mattered. Please note that I am writing this drawing on my childhood experiences in India and hence that is the context it should be taken in. Getting into an IIT and then proceeding on to the IIMs was a path that seemed lucrative to every young man and woman out there for it guaranteed a generous salary after graduation and consequently a happy life. But of late, I see that is not the case. Every young person you know seems to possess the same qualifications, perhaps from better universities than the one you attended. They seem to have work experience in areas you've never heard of. Volunteering, which was a niche thing before, has become a must-have on every university student's CV (although there are some who volunteer because they feel for a cause, not just to embellish their resume). So, in today's job market, employers look for candidates who not only demonstrate excellent academic ability but also those who are competent in diverse areas not related to their degree.

Earlier, people had to reinvent themselves in their job roles either to get promoted or to prevent layoffs. Now you need to reinvent yourself to get hired. And that's what is exciting! Reinventing allows you to create and control the direction of your growth. You may decide to hone your business skills by joining organisations like AIESEC or you may decide that you want a safer neighbourhood and start your own Neighbourhood Watch. The opportunities are endless, with each one challenging you more than the other and giving you the opportunity to develop in ways a college education would never allow you to.

A part of me, as a university student, worries what the future holds for me. I no longer have the secret formula: BEng+MBA to hold on to. But then, another part of me as enthusiastic as ever. The secret formula no longer working means that millions of students like me will take the time to pursue their interests and passions. If not for anything else, at least to put on that precious CV!

The British are human!

It's been a month since I've landed in Leeds (doing an undergraduate course here) and I originally hail from India. So you can imagine my preconceived notion that I would have to shed off all my Indianness (which includes being loud at times, not observing etiquette all the time - we do not dish out 'thank you' and sorry' that frequently). However, all my apprehensions were put to rest when I discovered the following:

1) The British are just not outgoing. This doesn't mean that they're not friendly. They take their time to analyse you and once you're in their close circles, they're just as warm as anyone else.

2) It is said that if you want to strike a conversation with an Englishman, talk to him about the weather. However, I would like to divert your attention to an equally interesting topic (note that this might only be applicable to the younger generation): Alcohol. The British LOVE their alcohol. Monday morning conversations begin with tales of weekend hangovers: how many pints/shots/glasses of beer/jaegerbombs/vodka they had. Interestingly, these conversations also set the stage for the rest of the week: which clubs have offers or free entry: Monday nights at Halo, Tuesdays at Tiger Tiger, Wednesdays at Warehouse, Thursdays at O2 Academy, Saturdays at Control and the list goes on... I find it rather amazing that on some nights vodka is cheaper than bottled water! (Maybe due to the high rate of consumption, the clubs manage to break even hmm..)

3) The stereotype that has been portrayed to other countries is that of the typical London businessman/businesswoman. They are people who do not have time to respond to a tourist asking directions and may at times even seem cold or rude (perhaps due to the cutthroat environment they work in?) However, England is a diverse country. The Scottish are different from the Northerners, who are in turn quite different from the Southerners. The other day, I heard some Southerners cribbing about how thick an accent the Northerners have and I was like, "Come to India, where we have a different language spoken in each state and a change of dialect every 200 miles!"

Well, that's what I've observed until now and while I'm at it, I think I'll add a little bit about student life abroad:
If you're ever considering studying in an another country, please do NOT hesitate. Parents might say you're too immature to live by yourself but I think moving out at the age of 18 (sometimes 17 or 19) makes you so much more independent and resilient. It sounds cliched, but only experience can teach you what life really is. As a Homo sapien, we all possess the unique power of adaptability. Throwing yourself in an unfamiliar setting will not put you in the line of fire, it will strengthen you. For example, I had never ventured beyond cooking Maggi for myself back home, but here I find myself preparing 3 meals a day (sometimes more) the responsibilities of which not only include ensuring that the food is not burnt, but also restocking groceries and lugging them all the way from Morrison's (1 km away from my residence almost!).

I have definitely come a long way - from someone who really did not even consider the UK as an education option because I thought it would be an unfriendly place to a person who is absolutely sure that this is the best decision of my life. So if you are thinking about studying here, remember one thing: 'The British are human!'

My Summer with Youth for Seva

I see my path, but I don’t know where it leads. Not knowing where I’m going is what inspires me to travel it – Rosalia de Castro

The Beginning of a unique experience

The email I received

My board exams had ended and I had a long stretch of holidays ahead of me. Inevitably, I thought, “What can I do with all this free time?” I had always enjoyed volunteering, having been with Youth for Seva since 2011. However, I had been involved mostly in the education vertical and particularly with government school children. Although I had enjoyed my experience thoroughly, I yearned to participate in projects beyond my vertical. Little did I know what was in store for me when I enrolled for the Seva Vacation program.

As was the protocol, I attended the orientation and was glad to see a couple of friends who had enrolled as well! We were told the benefits of volunteering and shown some inspirational videos – content I was already familiar with. But, I decided to treat this opportunity as a completely new experience and assimilated all the information like a novice.

A touch of Virtual Volunteering 

Cover Page of the Handbook

My first assignment came on 5^th July when I was asked to work with Pavithra ma’am for the handbook on ‘Effective Volunteer Engagement’ which was to be released for the NGO workshop to be held on July 31^st. This assignment was definitely a challenging one because there were very few books to refer to and almost none at all with respect to the Indian setting. The handbook broadened my perspective because I had to primarily think about volunteering from the NGO’s viewpoint. It was also a very dynamic process because we had to constantly adapt the content based on inputs and feedback derived from the rest of the team. I was not only involved in developing the content, but also interacting with the designer and the printer. Hence, I was able to gain comprehensive knowledge about what goes into the publishing of a handbook.

A Glimpse of the Inner Pages

Weekly get-togethers and Enrichment Sessions

One unique aspect of the Seva Vacation program was the weekly get-togethers consisting of enrichment sessions. I attended my first weekly get together on 10^th July, which was coupled with a visit to the Gavipuram slum. As everybody else, I had this mental picture of a place with no water supply and poor sanitation, children running about when they should have been in school and generally unhealthy conditions. I will not say that what I saw was far from what I had imagined, but it was definitely much better. We went up to a couple of residents and asked about their living conditions. What we gathered was:

·  The water supply was regular in a certain part of the slum, but irregular in another. They obtained clean water on most of the days but when it rained they used to get muddy water.
·         The living quarters built by the government were sturdy enough to live in, but due to the large number of members in the family, they had to rent houses nearby
·         The children were enrolled in schools, both private and government. The residents we spoke to wished to get them educated to a good level
·         Girls were married according to the law, no cases of child marriage were reported
·         One of the residents was aware of the Sanjeevini Free Medical Clinic, run by Doctors for Seva (the health arm of Youth for Seva). She showed us the health card which contained details of the entire family. Another resident preferred to go to a private doctor for checkup. The residents we spoke to were not really aware of the medical subsidies being provided by the government and private hospitals.
·         Some areas of the slum were clean, and in others there was garbage strewn around. I realized that more than any other stakeholder,  it is the people who are responsible for their surroundings
·         In today’s world, with even rural areas becoming urbanized, the idea of a close-knit community is slowly fading. However, in the slum I visited, the entire community was cohesive rather than fragmented and seemed to stick together in times of adversity. For example, when the water supply was irregular, one household would help the other by allowing them to borrow their surplus water.

Thus, I was able to take back a lot from the Seva Darshan because I was exposed to a scenario which I had only previously encountered through the eyes of a third person – be it in books, documentaries or television shows.

 Let me shed a bit of light on the enrichment sessions that formed the crux of the weekly get together sessions. 

• The first one was based on slums and rightly placed after the slum visit. We had Rameshji from Seva International who ran tuition centres in such areas as the speaker for the day. He enumerated the various aspects in which slums were different from the urban areas and pointed out that the lack of culture amongst its inhabitants, alcoholism and involvement in anti-social activities as a source of income were the reasons for the inferior living conditions. But he did not leave us with desolate pictures of poverty and apathy; he also made us understand that there is scope for change by narrating a few incidents, one of which is: In one particular family, the father, a daily wage labourer, spent all his income on alcohol. He used to fight with the mother and the children were left watching helpless. The girl who approached Rameshji was quite intelligent and wanted to go to school, but could not continue due to family circumstances. On one of his weekly visits, Rameshji was approached by the girl who requested him to visit her house. When he did, he was treated quite disrespectfully by the inebriated father and Rameshji quietly went away. When asked by the girl for a possible solution, he asked her to go and touch her father’s feet and asked him why he chose to do all this and neglect the family. This seemingly minor gesture made the father wake up and take note of the responsibilities he had to fulfil. When Rameshji met the child after a few weeks, he got to know that the father had turned a new leaf – he had stopped drinking and even went on to buy new clothes for the entire family for the upcoming festival.

The above incident might seem commonplace to the layman, but for me it highlighted the need for ‘cultural’ education, in addition to the formal education that was being imparted in tuition centres, in order to bring about a meaningful change in the society.

• The second enrichment session was conducted by Mr. Rajesh Padmar from Jaago Bharat. He highlighted the achievements, both past and present, India had made in the fields of science and technology, economy, literature etc. and motivated us to contribute to our motherland. 
• The third enrichment session was probably the most thought-provoking one. It had Mr. Ashok, a young advocate, as the speaker and he discussed with us the provisions of the Protection of Children from Sexual Offences (POCSO) Act. He also spoke about the emotional torment a child has to undergo, right from telling its parents that it has been abused to it being subjected to examinations and cross-examinations in the courtroom after a case has been filed. There was a heated discussion on whether it was right to award lesser punishment to a case of molestation in comparison to a case of rape, when the trauma faced by the child in both the cases is the same. There was also a debate about the misuse of such laws, and Mr. Ashok rightly said, “We know many offenders who are acquitted of the gruesome crime they have committed, but there are some who are wrongly convicted and languish in jail just because the ‘victims’ had their own ulterior motives.” Lastly, the topic of whether offenders of this kind can be successfully rehabilitated came up. One half the audience argued that it was the environment that influenced a person’s behavior and by controlling it, we could change a person. The other half vehemently objected by stating that the tendency to commit such crimes was deep-rooted and no amount of psychiatric counselling or medical intervention could rehabilitate the convicted. All in all, it was a session that left me with enough matter to think about.

My main Seva Vacation Project – Teaching at Samarthanam Trust for the Disabled 

Coming to my main project, I was assigned to teach at Samarthanam Trust for the Disabled located at JP Nagar. Samarthanam Trust was started in 1997 and it is primarily involved in providing support to differently-abled persons by:

1.        Providing quality education, accommodation and food

2.       Vocational Training

3.        Placement based rehabilitation

Apart from acting as a tuition and study centre for school children upto postgraduates, Samarthanam has various initiatives like: 1) Techvision, an IT facility where audio books are recorded and computer training is imparted

2) Srishti, where training for BPO jobs is provided

In midst of such a dynamic atmosphere, my responsibility was to teach 2^nd PU students, who were pursuing their education through distance learning mode, History. The lessons I taught were on European and World history. I thoroughly enjoyed this opportunity not only because of my pre-existing interest in the topics I taught but also because I had to explore a subject which I had lost touch with! Another aspect I must highlight on is the experience of working with differently-abled children. I had no previous experience, so I went in with an open mind – I was willing to learn and adapt. Here’s what I discovered during the course of my teaching:

•            The students I taught were extremely enthusiastic and most were able to grasp the subject matter very fast
•        However, retention of the matter was quite hard for them, possibly either due to lack of follow-up once they go home or unavailability of audio books in case of visually-impaired students. Hence, I had to conduct constant revisions
•           I had both Kannada and English medium students in my group so I had to switch back and forth between the two languages when I was explaining. This was challenging but also fun!
•            All of my students wanted to stand on their own feet and believed that they could achieve this through education
•      In the test I conducted after the lesson, Manjunath, a visually-impaired student of mine scored the highest:13 ½ out of 15! He had no access to the audio version of the textbook and remembered everything from what I had explained in class. This incident was a revelation to me about how far a person can go if he/she has the will to do so.

Me with my wonderful students at Samarthanam!

During my volunteering, I also acted as a scribe for a visually impaired girl pursuing her BA at NMKRV Womens’ College. I feel that the atmosphere at Samarthanam deserves a special mention: I was made to feel that I was very welcome there, both by my students as well as the staff. The volunteer coordinator, Mrs. Vijaya, was always there for the volunteers in case we needed help. There was minimal intervention during my classes and I was given the freedom to innovate. The most important part would definitely be when I was asked how the class went at the end of the day. It is small gestures like these that make a volunteer feel like a part of the family.

Other Activities I was involved in

During my Seva Vacation, I also ‘got my hands dirty’. If you’re thinking what I meant by that, well… I

The lush green Turahalli Forest Reserve

participated in a sapling plantation drive. It was a fine Sunday morning on the 20^th of July. It had rained the previous day and the soil was moist. I and 20 other volunteers from Youth for Seva joined the RR Nagar Residents’ Association in the Turahalli Forest Reserve. We had two activities scheduled for the day - one was to build a small bund to ensure that the runoff after rainfall percolated into the groundwater table and the other was to, obviously, plant saplings. The bund was built with the rocks and stones available in the forest and we formed two teams for this. One team, which I was a part of, was responsible for scouting for appropriately sized rocks and the other team formed a human chain to pass on the rocks and ultimately build the bund. We were told that we might find insects and even scorpions under the rocks, but that did not deter us one bit! When we got to the sapling plantation area, we noticed pits had already been dug up by the people working for the forest department. Five kinds of saplings had been selected based on studies on amount of rainfall the area received and the prevalent soil conditions. Most of us had never held a shovel before in our lives, so we were given a proper demonstration of how we should go about planting. Needless to say, all of us were very enthusiastic about it and I myself helped in planting three saplings! I might have got some good physical exercise from this activity, but the most important message I took with me was the importance of teamwork.

Pits in which sapling had to be planted

Building of Tank Bund

Me assisting in plantation

Some of my fellow volunteers who also participated in the plantation drive

I was also given an opportunity to conduct the ‘YFS Overview’ session on the weekends as a part of the orientation for new volunteers. This experience not only boosted my confidence to speak in front of people, but also taught me how to respond to the questions asked by them. 

The denouement of my Seva Vacation – Youth for Seva Annual Day on 25th August

 Just when I thought my Seva Vacation could not get any more multi-faceted, the Youth for Seva Annual Day came along. I had been a part of the audience in the past, but this time I decided that I would be a part of it in any way I could. On 5^th August, I received a message from Ajay, another volunteer: “Akhila, how good are you with theatre?” Though the message by itself seemed vague, I knew it was for the Annual Day and I agreed to help at once. From then on began a series of endless Skype calls and emails in order to finalise a script for the skit which would be shown on the Annual Day. We had a brief to fulfil and had to come up with a skit which would be engaging, while conveying Youth for Seva’s activities for year 2012-13. Scripting the play was not very difficult, but mobilizing volunteers to play parts was surely a daunting task. Moreover, we had to also take care of back-end work like powerpoint presentations, accompanying pictures and music, and ensuring the props are ready.

As fate would have it, I also got an opportunity to play a part in the play. We, the core team, practiced through videoconferencing regularly as we could not meet due to prior commitments. I must say that the senior members of YFS supported us through every step. Due to the large scale of the production, everyone was initially apprehensive whether it would work out but the theatre team, who had christened themselves as ‘Drama for Seva’, silenced everyone by putting up a spectacular performance on the Annual Day and garnered appreciation from the audience. And thus, my Seva Vacation ended on a high note.

Actors forming a bus during the skit

A scene from the skit

Today, when I am putting my experience down in words (and almost concluding it), I reflect on those times. I encountered some wonderful people during those two months and had some life-changing experiences. As clichéd as it might sound, this Seva Vacation has made me a changed person. As expected, it has made me socially aware. But it has also made me more outgoing, gregarious and a risk taker - qualities that were not originally associated with me. Another incident I must relate at this point is: On Teachers’ Day, I received a call. I picked it up, only to find out it was my students at Samarthanam. They all wished me ‘Happy Teachers’ Day!’ in chorus and even my naughtiest student, Karthik, asked me how I was.

That was when I realised that the ‘joy of giving’ is truly an ineffable one…

Sunshine Follows The Rain

Gloominess falls over the moor,
So much that I cannot see it from my door.
I see only darkness, darkness everywhere.
People are lying motionless without even a strand of hair moving out of place,
They are looking upwards and cannot see their own face.
But I live in the hope, that
Sunshine shall soon follow the rain.

Everyone's lost their precious and see themselves lost soon too,
But, I see myself as a witness to this and and as a survivor too.
They see this as a reason to run away,
I see this as a chance to prove myself and stay.
The days soon tide over and very few are left,
I see myself among the ones not bereft.
I am cheerful and happy, even if I witnessed the worst
I thank the Almighty for not sending me to the devil's horst.
The dark days are now over,
The Sun has taken over.

And yet I was not wrong in believing
That sunshine follows the rain.

A Nameless Face

She looked out of the casement; 

Living in Banaras, there was always something intriguing happening on the pavement. 

Sometimes she saw holy men, a couple of devotees too, 

All praying to God, secretly hoping that She would shower upon them gifts anew. 

'Gifts', she contemplated, 'Are they really worth all this trouble?'

For she had been taught, no rather it was inscribed in her mind,

That the gift of womanhood was more than ample. 

Her father, her mother and her brother,

Had never seen it logical to tie her to a tether, 

Just because she was a blooming girl-flower. 

Their neighbours and relatives warned them, "A girl's place is in the house;

Never let her wander hither and thither,

Unless you want her returning as a woe-begone feather."

But her family never heeded all the empty excuses the others made,

For they believed that their daughter had a solid path for her life laid. 

They sent her to school,

To be educated and erudite

In English, math and the history of the Plebiscite. 

Let me tell you that this did not decrease her devotion to God in the least,

She was just as devout as the temple's head priest. 

She had dreams, as all of us do,

So she landed in the metro, hoping to make them come true. 

She made new friends, exercising great caution,

For she had been advised, 'the city could stymie even great gumption.'

She watched every move, observed every syllable,

Lest she should end up in most great trouble. 

One evening, a stormy Sunday evening,

'Is being a woman really a gift?', she sat brooding. 

She could recount the countless times she had been pushed and pinched, 

Without the slightest repentance from the miscreant when she flinched. 

She thought of her hometown.

Such incidents never happened to her there!

But then again, maybe it was 'Mummy and Daddy were always there to take care of

Their teddy bear.'

She woke up the next day, with a gloomy countenance, 

Not knowing that in a few hours she would be a victim of amaurotic vengeance. 

The day came to a close in a commonplace manner, 

She was content that another day had gone by,

Another day when she did not falter. 

Her friend dropped her around the driveway,

The  dingy, deserted street ahead did not her fears allay. 

She thought she heard the Gull's bugle in her head,

But she could not complete the thought; the next moment was she to the tigers fed. 

She retaliated, with incessant cries of desolation,

But nothing could soften their heart as they continued with the blatant act of violation. 

She was taken to the emergency room, 

Her character swept away like mere dust by the police and bureaucrats with a broom. 

They didn't cease to comment, 

"A girl her age should have been more careful", they nonchalantly said. 

Derogatory, inflammatory, comforting, condescending - 

They chattered until they were satisfied that they had got their thirty seconds of fame;

Some even went on to say she had tarnished her family's illustrious name. 

A faction even protested against the government's inaction,

The intelligentsia left watching in pure putrefaction. 

Stringent laws for called for, and it all happened in a big flurry,

Until the incident went out of the public's memory. 

A couple of months later no one knew about what happened to the girl hailed as the country's braveheart,

For they had fallen back into their routine mechanical,

Worrying about their finances and how to settle their matters judicial. 

But, for the rest of us, this was an appalling contravention 

Of the right to live, the right to traverse along any road without being subjected to molestation. 

I took a vow: 'If ever a son should I beget,

I would inculcate in him the respect he should give his sisters

Before he learns the alphabet.'

Cogitation of a Solitary Soul

Solitude! Ah, that wonderful feeling, which has always been my companion,
Been with me through weather and storm, never displaying fair-weatheredness like people or possession.
Books, require money, to buy and people, require money, to keep,
But true solitude shall never pretend oblivion, whatever the circumstance might be.
It is said that no man is an island, but how many people can I take?
For every time I trust a person, another mistake do I make.
People, are ambitious, worldly, and vain sometimes too,
Little do they realize that something as simple as butterflies hold happiness true.

Humans are accustomed to think of the future ahead,
Forgetting the Now, The Present, whose importance has been relayed from the godhead.
Humour hath been drained out from today’s youth too,
Dreary monotony and not knowing which path to take is all that they are left with.
If love comes into their lives, then that is taken too,
Torn and ripped apart until the soul’s heart-rending cries can be heard.
An age of paradox this surely is,
When one is discoursed about Free Will and the like,
But always reminded, rather sternly warned, about the consequences of an action one might take.
Adults, thinking that they have the world figured out,
Ever concerned, put the fire of their children out.

And gloat then on, believing they have done a greater good for all of mankind,
Providing the world a lawyer, scientist, philosopher who might have otherwise gone astray.
Instead, they have becoming stumbling blocks for a life
That might have added delight in its own way.
But no! Even in this day, it is dishonourable to be an artist or a playwright,
‘Cause the pay is never right;
It’s either too less, or too demeaning to say that your child
Has below average holdings.
“Beta”, the mother says, when the child looks in disbelief,
After having been promised all this while that she would always stand by her,
No matter what,
Only to be met with the dreaded message disguised in a kind tone and a soft note.
She then gives up, knowing no other option,
And with this decision, her Free Will and all her dreams meet with evaporation.

Her friends, when they hear the news, are quick in consolation,
But soon, even they have to get on with their lives,
And alone has she to cope with her desolation.
Stripped of her joy, her desire,
All because she had none of the fighting spirit left inside her.
She succumbed to the vagaries of life,
Entitling herself to nothing but a little hope here and there.
Disillusioned with the way the world has treated her,
She finds solace in the solitude which in the beginning itself readily accepted her.
How, she wonders, did I push all this away?
Putting myself in the company of the people to whose tunes I was made to sway.
As the days passed by, more and more insight did solitude give her,
That she realized that it was time to reclaim the life that had always been hers.

Alas!, her mind said, the time is too late,
Your youth has passed and closed is the Gate.
But her soul whispered, There is still enough time, you can make it,
All you need is the belief in yourself that when life passes you a bleak prospect, you can take it.
Solitude had taught her to look at Her Truth in the truest fashion,
That she just listened to her heart and followed it with all passion.
Where she reached finally is now not the question,
But how she reached there is all that must come under our comprehension.

It was Solitude, one of the greatest teachers out there,
Who enabled this little anomaly in the eyes of non-believers,
And facilitated this miracle in the eyes of those who believe.
It is all a matter of perception, I should say.
Solitude let her see and also lets me see what I really am,
As when we are amongst people, all we experience is bedlam.
Caught in the melee, little do we know what to do,
Mostly we go with the flow, not recognizing, we lose our selves true.
In Solitude, we have nothing but ourselves,
Our thoughts, our emotions which are a compendium of our personal Legend.
There is always a part of that girl in all of us,
We have braved and faced the same difficulties,
Succumbed to the same injuries.
We protest to God, informing Her of the injustices meted out to us,
At the same time not taking cognizance of the extent to which we have allowed others to influence us.

If only we turn to Solitude once in a while,
Take time off for the poor little governess who lies in wait,
Remember, neither is she strict nor is she judgmental,
All too caring, nice and gentle.
She is all you want her to be,
A listener, custodian, nurturer and mentor,
So why don’t you visit, and for yourself see her?

The Looking Glass

Every morning awoke she,
Be it hot, damn or wintry.
All she wanted to do,
Was to look into the looking glass for a glimpse or two,
For the blossoming woman thought,
When compared to her, others were naught.
So proudly trotted she,
The Lady of Swansea.

Little did she know,
When she went in the carriage with her kittens in tow,
That Destinies were looking at her below.
Said they, "A vain maid is she,
Full of impropriety,
It is our duty to show this woman snooty,
What the meaning is of true beauty."

Saying so, Lachesis got out the tapestry,
Of the woman's life she had sewn in all glory.
Atropos started weaving in haste,
For she had no time to waste.
Clotho just stood there watching,
Cackling and hoping the maid would realise what she is lacking.

The Lady came back from her evening outing,
And stood before the looking glass, pouting.
Before she knew what was happening,
Into space was she falling.
She moaned and cried for help,
Hoping that a knight would come to save her,
But no one came,
Though she called each by his name.

I am doomed, thought she,
However, such was the extent of her vanity,
That all she could think of was her beauty.
She thought of the praises she would never receive,
Of the thousands of people who would never her beauty perceive.
She had to soon forget about her quandary,
As a thud shook her from her reverie.

Was she dead? Was she hurt?
For all she could see around her was dirt.
There was only barren land everywhere;
And her eyes unaccustomed to such fare,
Were fixed in an empty stare.
In the far distance she spotted,
A boy with his hair knotted.
As her drew near, she drew back,
For she had not seen a more repulsive being
Since the one she had seen seven years back.

She walked on, huffing and puffing,
Quickening her pace even though it was she the boy was following.
"What an ugly place this is!", she ranted,
And at her own Fate she lamented.
With outright defiance did she ignore,
Every person, child or manticore,
Who foretold of the dangers awaiting her beyond this land,
The land of Sycamore.

She would have listened to them,
If only they had been charming, blessed by Beauty and favoured by Fortune.
But they were not so and by that she thought them very low,
And continued haughtily on the path to the Land of Bellow,
Not knowing she would be killed before she could say 'hello'.

The people of Sycamore grieved thus,
For it was not their nature to let a maiden fall into the abyss.
They were wise, the people of Sycamore,
Knowing full well that it was the looking glass
Which had made this lady forget that outer beauty does not last.
So they followed her,
Surely in a very subtle manner.

Meanwhile the Lady of Swansea,
Had reached the Land of Bellow and could not believe what she could see.
Knights strode in shining armour,
Knights far more handsome than Lancelot in all his honour.
And there were maids too,
Just like her, walking in twos.
So mesmerised was she by the land's glamour,
That she did not see that their eyes were filled with rancour.
For it was the rule of the land to devour,
People from countries afar.

There were looking glasses everywhere too,
In which you could see yourself from hat to shoe.
At once the Lady ran to see,
If her bonnet was in place, and
She looked at her reflection in utter glee.
When she looked back,
She saw the people readying a huge sack.
She knew not what it was for,
And in all her authority she demanded she know its purpose.
In response, she was pushed and shoved,
Taunted and chivied,
Right into the sack, which was already disheveled.

She got to know that,
She was going to be cooked in a cauldron,
With her dress and hat.
The Lady cried and screamed,
Soon the realisation of how misleading
Outer beauty can be dawned upon her it seemed.
She cursed the looking glass,
For it seemed to be the start of her troubles;
Then cursed herself as she had let herself be carried away.
Thus, she burst her bubble.

Help was at hand, she did not know that,
For people of Sycamore had followed her to this unseemly land.
A battle ensued,
Oh! One that was so crude,
That even a saint would have been moved.
All the Lady heard were war-cries,
And the sounds a person makes when he dies.

So terrified was she,
That, when released from the sack,
She screamed hysterically till her world went black.
When revived, she thanked the people of Sycamore profusely.
The King of Sycamore escorted her to his palace,
Back to his land which was void of malice.
The Lady recovered in days three,
When she was told that this was the Destinies' Decree.

So came down Lachesis, Clotho and Atropos,
Holding the Lady's tapestry and some scrolls.
Said they, Lady of Swansea,
What you just underwent was our decree.
We saw you getting proud and haughty day by day,
So much so that we decided to have our say.
We were the ones who made you fall through the looking glass,
Not to find Wonderland like Alice, that was never the case.
But, to find yourself as you were lost in the maze,
The maze of outer beauty and superficiality,
One that has no escape as you can see.

At this point, the Lady
Nodded as if to say she agreed.
Before she could open her mouth,
She found herself back in front of her hearth.
From that day, the Lady
Valued inner beauty.
No longer did she look at her reflection,
Instead she spent her days in contemplation.

They say when the Lady of Swansea
Finally passed on,
Her soul broke into a thousand fragments
And every woman received a small part.
And to this day you can see,
How much a pure heart and an innocent soul are valued at Swansea.