A good story typically has strong character, a decentish storyline, a few twists, and above all, a happy ending. Its something we’ve been brought up to believe in. Even when the step sisters tortue you or when your step mom tries to kill you or you’re isolated on top of a tower with no door, you perfect ending always finds it way to you. You remember the Cinderalla type stories where the prince is always persistent and comes back to the girl and it all ends with a kiss and the “they live happily ever after” line. You grow up listening to these stories, wide eyed and full of optimism. But in real life, when you meet the frog and kiss him, he doesn’t quite change into a prince. On the contrary, quite a few princes seem to morph into frogs when you open your eyes after the kiss or after the alcohol wears off. Life should ideally be like the ending of Jaane tu yaa jaane naa. You know, where the prince comes riding on a horse, proclaims his love for you to the world and rides away into the sunset with you. Then again, that would be life at its perfect best.
In real life, the big bad wolves seem to outnumber the princes by a very unfair number. Then again, there’s this other kind of story where people cry with you when your life goes kaput and you go through more distress than the heroines of most Tamil mega serials. You know like the Mahabaratha types, people learn lessons from your life, advise others not to make the same mistakes but no one really wants to be you. My bedtimes stories never really featured Mahabaratha’s ending cos you know, its all dark and sad and the kinda story when made into a movie gets critical acclaim. You’re so sheltered from what you’re likely to encouter when you grow up. Its a desperate attempt to protect your innocence. So much for their happy ending stories.