The alarm rang at 6.35 am as usual and Rajkumari opened her eyes only to realise that she is lying on a hospital bed.
'Not again!!!....' she thought to herself remembering all those multiple surgeries that were performed on her in the past - the forceful insertion of black contact lenses, cutting down her height by half, multiple open heart surgeries and everything else that resulted in her suffering from a so called 'distorted self-image' disease.
But the hospital seemed different this time. First of all, after a long time Rajkumari could actually choose her hospital voluntarily, and since she was getting older and supposedly wiser everyday let's all hope that she made her choice really carefully this time.
One of the most striking features of the hospital was that the treatment was being done for free! Can you imagine, dear reader, that there are still places in this world that do not demand extra money as fees for the doctors and nurses? She was also surprised to find out that the hospital staff believed in naturopathy and the treatment did not involve scalpels, cutting, or any other harmful equipment that could cause permanent damage to one's self, instead imagination, laughter and long conversations were used, and so our Rajkumari enjoyed spending her time with the nurses.
One of the nurses was a tiny dwarf with long beard and spiky ears. He happened to have lived in the North Pole before, and had even met our Rajkumari once in the past. He was responsible for telling Rajkumari that she was not the only person who could not stand the cold climate of the North and decided to run down to the southern parts of the country. 'Really????' our Rajkumari exclaimed in disbelief infused with a shade of bemusement.... ' but all this time I thought that I'm the only one who could not get used to strict intellectual marketing lines pronounced loudly by everybody in the North Pole, hm..., maybe I'm not that silly after all....'
Another nurse was responsible for music therapy as she exposed Rajkumari to various kinds of music from Bach to electric guitar, while yet another decided to give therapy of hugs and affection. Wasn't it Mr Che who once said that 'true revolutionary is guided by a great feeling of love'?
This type of therapy seemed to be doing wonders to our Rajkumari, and so she sat on her bed and looked around with her green-grey-brownish eyes and exclaimed loudly 'BREAKFAST!!!!' To tell the truth our Rajkumari was a lady, and had it been for herself she could have satiated her hunger with a single cup of tea, but she had a tiger to feed... and the tiger was really hungry... the tiger was actually starving, as the days of constant warfare made the tiger famished...(she successfully threw a grenade last night at the troops trying to call her from the deserted kingdom..... how did the troops manage to find her new whereabouts she did not know, but still she managed to fight them away)
So Rajkumari sat quietly in the corner... well... not that quietly, but let's give her the right to be loud from time to time as she is learning how to express herself freely and clearly, and she began to sharpen her magic spear that she was preparing for the elf. You see, she suddenly realised that she loves the art of warfare, especially if the opponent proves himself to be an elfian prince in disguise... And so she started scheming of the tortures that she would expose the elf to, before throwing his body to the hungry tiger....
She would first pierce the elf with her spear and then hang him upside down over a cooking fire and with her magic pen she would write different words on his skin so that he would wriggle in unbearable pleasurable laughter that this type of torturing was giving him. This over she would scratch his skin off his body to peer at everything that was hidden inside, and then she would hand over the remains of his to the hungry tiger, who would train the elf in the art of purring before deciding to finally taste the flesh of the elfian creature.... very slowly, bit by bit the tiger would consume every single part of the elfian body.... and then.....
And then the time for lunch would come, so that the elfian slave would be send to the kitchen to prepare some tasty food for our hungry Rajkumari, who can't live on tea all her life after all, but she does enjoy assisting in the kitchen.
'Not again!!!....' she thought to herself remembering all those multiple surgeries that were performed on her in the past - the forceful insertion of black contact lenses, cutting down her height by half, multiple open heart surgeries and everything else that resulted in her suffering from a so called 'distorted self-image' disease.
But the hospital seemed different this time. First of all, after a long time Rajkumari could actually choose her hospital voluntarily, and since she was getting older and supposedly wiser everyday let's all hope that she made her choice really carefully this time.
One of the most striking features of the hospital was that the treatment was being done for free! Can you imagine, dear reader, that there are still places in this world that do not demand extra money as fees for the doctors and nurses? She was also surprised to find out that the hospital staff believed in naturopathy and the treatment did not involve scalpels, cutting, or any other harmful equipment that could cause permanent damage to one's self, instead imagination, laughter and long conversations were used, and so our Rajkumari enjoyed spending her time with the nurses.
One of the nurses was a tiny dwarf with long beard and spiky ears. He happened to have lived in the North Pole before, and had even met our Rajkumari once in the past. He was responsible for telling Rajkumari that she was not the only person who could not stand the cold climate of the North and decided to run down to the southern parts of the country. 'Really????' our Rajkumari exclaimed in disbelief infused with a shade of bemusement.... ' but all this time I thought that I'm the only one who could not get used to strict intellectual marketing lines pronounced loudly by everybody in the North Pole, hm..., maybe I'm not that silly after all....'
Another nurse was responsible for music therapy as she exposed Rajkumari to various kinds of music from Bach to electric guitar, while yet another decided to give therapy of hugs and affection. Wasn't it Mr Che who once said that 'true revolutionary is guided by a great feeling of love'?
This type of therapy seemed to be doing wonders to our Rajkumari, and so she sat on her bed and looked around with her green-grey-brownish eyes and exclaimed loudly 'BREAKFAST!!!!' To tell the truth our Rajkumari was a lady, and had it been for herself she could have satiated her hunger with a single cup of tea, but she had a tiger to feed... and the tiger was really hungry... the tiger was actually starving, as the days of constant warfare made the tiger famished...(she successfully threw a grenade last night at the troops trying to call her from the deserted kingdom..... how did the troops manage to find her new whereabouts she did not know, but still she managed to fight them away)
So Rajkumari sat quietly in the corner... well... not that quietly, but let's give her the right to be loud from time to time as she is learning how to express herself freely and clearly, and she began to sharpen her magic spear that she was preparing for the elf. You see, she suddenly realised that she loves the art of warfare, especially if the opponent proves himself to be an elfian prince in disguise... And so she started scheming of the tortures that she would expose the elf to, before throwing his body to the hungry tiger....
She would first pierce the elf with her spear and then hang him upside down over a cooking fire and with her magic pen she would write different words on his skin so that he would wriggle in unbearable pleasurable laughter that this type of torturing was giving him. This over she would scratch his skin off his body to peer at everything that was hidden inside, and then she would hand over the remains of his to the hungry tiger, who would train the elf in the art of purring before deciding to finally taste the flesh of the elfian creature.... very slowly, bit by bit the tiger would consume every single part of the elfian body.... and then.....
And then the time for lunch would come, so that the elfian slave would be send to the kitchen to prepare some tasty food for our hungry Rajkumari, who can't live on tea all her life after all, but she does enjoy assisting in the kitchen.
