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Thursday, 25 July 2013

This is a story starter that I found quite interesting, so I threw it at the members of the Writestuff Writing Club on Facebook.

Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person -..
Two members replied and here are their stories:



 At first, she was rather confused. But then, when she realised that there wasn't much she could do about it, she took a deep breath and decided to look at the situation again. Then, as she sat there thinking before the mirror, a thought struck her. "How do I know which one is the right person, after all? I mean, it all comes down to how I want to be and who I choose to be. So, perhaps, there is never a right person." And she lived happily ever after.

This is a story starter that I found quite interesting, so I threw it at the members of the Writestuff Writing Club on Facebook.

Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person -..
Two members replied and here are their stories:



 At first, she was rather confused. But then, when she realised that there wasn't much she could do about it, she took a deep breath and decided to look at the situation again. Then, as she sat there thinking before the mirror, a thought struck her. "How do I know which one is the right person, after all? I mean, it all comes down to how I want to be and who I choose to be. So, perhaps, there is never a right person." And she lived happily ever after.

Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person. Initially she was shocked, flabbergasted at this change. The fact that she was not herself but somebody else was a matter of great agony and despair. "How will I face this society?" were her first thoughts. But slowly as she looked at herself in the mirror, she realised that externally she hadn't changed. She was still the same woman everybody saw.
The change was within her and only she knew about it. So she decided to make the best of the situation. For years she had been this dutiful family person, a great friend and neighbour, who lived by the norms of society. But this society certainly did not live by the norms of humanity.
She became a crusader of the good. From turning a blind eye and a deaf ear to the wrong doings of others, she decided to stand up for what was right. This included small issues like ensuring garbage free neighbourhood to big issues like demanding good roads, security for women and children, filing RTIs etc.
Her small wins soon turned to major victories and she felt that maybe she had not turned into a wrong person after all. Maybe she was a better person now. Her success catapulted her into the big league and she was being wooed by various political parties. She became a member of one such national party and decided to use that platform to launch larger social reforms.
The first aim was to provide affordable medical aid to all the poor. The party asked her to refrain from that. "If everyone gets affordable medical aid, how will the 5 star hospitals make money?", they said. She let it go. The second was to ensure every child went to school. The party asked her to hold her horses. "Who will do menial labour, if all children got education? Besides it will increase educated unemployment?", they said. She let go this time as well.
However one day there were riots in the city with blood flowing like a river and corpses strewn around. Every party was pointing fingers at each other. She was asked to be the official spokesperson of the party and defend its image. A true believer in the Party's philosophies, she went all out in media and fought tooth and nail to salvage their reputation. But in the party office, she saw backs being patted for a job well done. That's when she realised that she truly turned into a wrong person.


Tell me, what would your reaction be, if you found out that you had turned into the wrong person?
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