Why So Grimm?

So today, I post the long-awaited first part of my modernized Grimm fairy tale. I know that you have all just been dying to read my unedited version of Simeli Mountain. If you like my rendition of it, tell me in the comments below. I may use some of the key concepts of it for a future story. Oh, and one last thing. It's a Creative Writing update. We are currently writing short little children's stories with pictures, and I will be posting the no-picture version for my next post. I hope it will entertain you all. Without further ado, here is the fairy tale.

Now, children, let me tell you the ancient and timeless story of the Bazenji Bazaar. The Bazenji Bazaar was an incredible place of wealth and treasure that made its home in the back alleys of the city of New Delhi. Only a few people knew about it, and even less people knew how to access it. Today, you will hear of the story of twin brothers who found the place by accident. One brother received wondrous riches from the Bazaar; the other met his end in the there. But first, both brothers had to find the Bazaar…

                Ganesh and Madhav were two brothers who were both born into a very poor family that lived in the slums of New Delhi. Their father sold telephones for the smallest telephone company in India, and he was not a very successful businessman. When the eldest son, Madhav, became an adult he vowed to move to America to learn the ways of the famous entrepreneurs there. He also vowed to come back to India a wealthy man. Within four years, he had achieved this goal, and he came back to his home of New Delhi to manage the largest telephone company in the country.

                During this time, the younger brother, Ganesh was patiently waiting for his turn in the spotlight. Although he also really longed to go to America and be rich like his brother, their family could only afford to send one son to America. Ganesh’s father pleaded with Madhav to let them borrow money to send Ganesh to school as well, but Madhav did not want any competition in the business world, so he refused to lend his father money. Madhav was a very greedy man, and he used all of his money on material possessions, giving nothing to charity.

                After it was decided that Madhav would not be giving any money to Ganesh, Ganesh applied to be a salesman for Madhav’s company. Madhav reluctantly gave him the job, and Ganesh began going door to door selling telephones, just like his father did. Ganesh was about as successful as his father was, but he was still married to a lovely woman and he managed to have 5 wonderful children. Eventually, however, Madhav started reducing Ganesh’s pay check, and Ganesh was soon struggling to support his family.

                One day, while Ganesh was out making telephone sales, he passed by a dark alley, and something caught his eye. Doubling back to see what it was, he noticed something that he had never seen before in that alley. It was a brightly colored neon sign. The sign read “Here lies the Bazenji Bazaar.” The sign was decorated with a genie coming out of his neon-yellow lamp. Ganesh found the sign intriguing, and he took himself and his telephones over to investigate. He noticed that right below the sign was a gigantic, imposing iron door.

                Before he could take a closer look, twelve men turned the corner and started heading down the alley as well. Ganesh stood still for a moment, until he realized how rough and mean-looking these twelve guys looked. Suddenly panicking, Ganesh took his telephones and darted down a side alley to hide. He waited for about a minute, and then peeked his head around the corner to watch the men. One of the thugs stepped towards the door and said in a loud voice;

                “Bazenji, Bazenji, open up!”

                The huge iron door swung open as quickly as though it were made of cardboard, and it slammed against the surrounding brick wall with a huge, satisfying thud. From inside the door, Ganesh could hear the faint sound of American elevator music. The tones that escaped from the room beyond the door were sweet and soothing, but also slightly empty-sounding and creepy. The twelve men looked at each other and grinned, and then they stepped inside. The door slammed shut behind them.

                Frightened, but also curious, Ganesh walked up to the door and stared at it for a while, wondering what could be inside. He decided that curiosity in this matter may not necessarily be safe, so he and his telephones walked away, back where he had come from. At that moment, the iron door swung open again of its own accord, and the twelve thugs came back out into the alley. Still afraid of the scary-looking men, Ganesh dashed back into the side alley and waited for them to leave. He took note of the fact that each of them was carrying a burlap sack that was bulging with odd-shaped objects.

                “Bazenji, Bazenji, close!” the same thug said, and the iron door swung shut with a bang.

                Now that the thieves were gone, Ganesh decided that maybe he could risk investigating this door after all. He walked up to it cautiously and looked at the neon sign again. The sign flickered, and he could still hear the faint sound of the relaxing music behind the door. Taking his cue from what the lead thug did, he stood before the door and said,

                “Bazenji, Bazenji, open up!”

                The door opened for Ganesh just as it did for the twelve thugs, and Ganesh cautiously stepped inside. Immediately he was hit with a rush of sound. The tinkling of the bells that played the elevator music was much louder inside the actual room, and it had quite a hypnotizing effect. The entire room was painted white, and it was so bright that you couldn’t tell exactly where the ceiling met the walls and where the walls met the floor.

Part 2 to follow after my children's story.