Cinderella

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Dearest Sisters and Brothers,

 

Please allow me to share with you this analogy of the story of Cinderella.

 

 

http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/articleshow/297109.cms

 

Cinderella, as beautiful inside as out, is left at the mercy of her malicious

stepmother and two stepsisters upon the death of her father. They treat her like

a maid. The king throws the bash of the millennium.

 

Of course, Cinderella isn't invited. Evil step-relations exploit her

considerable artistic skills to help them doll up for the big event.

 

Enter Fairy Godmother, an Old World fashion consultant-cum-magician who

magically transforms Cinderella into Claudia Schiffer in a Valentino dress. A

random pumpkin becomes a Porsche, and Cinderella races to the ball.

 

The prince gets one look at Cinderella and forgets about all the other girls

in the kingdom. He asks her to dance every number. At midnight, Cinderella cuts

out, per Fairy Godmother's orders. She's in such a rush that she doesn't

retrieve the glass slipper that has fallen from her foot.

 

The prince is devastated by her departure. It's as if her image has been

burned on his brain. He sends his assistants all over town with the glass

slipper, looking for Cinderella. They go door to door, chanting, 'If the shoe

fits, he will commit.'

 

Everyone wants to be a millionaire. But the slipper fits only Cinderella. The

prince rushes to her fireside and whisks her off to live happily ever after.

 

The most commonly told version of Cinderella was published in 1697 by the

French intellectual Charles Perrault (using his ten-year-old son's name as a

pseudonym).

 

Perrault was the first to record many of the well-known fairy tales of

European oral tradition. The story may have originated in China, where a small

foot was a sign of beauty.

 

Yes, Cinderella had the worst job in the city, but she did it diligently. She

didn't waste hours in useless rancour, letting bitterness and regret give her an

ulcer, bad skin, and deep brow furrows.

 

She knew 'cinder maid' was just her job title, not her life description.

 

When the fairy godmother appeared, Cinderella had the courage to seize an

opportunity to change. She didn't peer at the fairy godmother suspiciously,

snarling, "You know what they say, 'If something looks too good to be true, it

probably is.' Leave me to my cinders. I'm perfectly happy with my state of

habitual discontent."

 

Cinderella knew she was worthy of happiness, despite a string of bad luck so

long, a lesser woman would have hanged herself with it.

 

Once she arrived at the ball, Cinderella didn't hide inside her pumpkin

carriage, crying, "But no one attends a party alone! Everyone will think I'm a

loser!" She threw her shoulders back, lifted her chin, and marched in the door.

 

Cinderella believed in the power of a perfect dress. She did not waste time

gloating over her step-siblings in her designer duds. She knew that the best

revenge is having too much fun to think about retaliation.

 

When the prince asked her to dance, Cinderella did not shriek and run to the

ladies' room to check her lipstick. She agreed to dance. And you can bet that

while spinning in his arms, she didn't trip into a fit of insecurity,

criticising him in an attempt to boost her self-esteem, saying, "You know,

anyone can inherit a kingdom. I work for my living."

 

At the stroke of midnight, she didn't cling to the prince's hand, crying,

"Save me from my miserable life!" She had the confidence to know that if he

liked her, he'd come calling.

 

Which, of course, he did. And when he came, she did not listen to her friends,

who all rang up, saying, "Why is he shooting so far beneath his mark,

Cinderella? I mean, no offence, but what's wrong with him that none of the royal

chicks will date him?"

 

She knew the details of her relationship better than her friends did, trusting

her own experience with her man, not gossip. When the prince galloped up on his

white horse, Cinderella did not shout, "Hey man, back off! I can drive my own

damn steed!"

 

She decided that if it was that important to him to whisk her off her feet,

she'd let him whisk.

 

Don't let past bad luck cloud your vision of a brighter future. Have the

courage to believe in a better life.

 

 

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