An exhilarating, electrifying tale through a villain’s malicious eyes….Maleficent


With bat-like, horny, brown feathered wings of gigantic size and humongous span (like an albatross’s – potent and trustworthy), with her winding, dark, ram headdress, with her insipid, black, rag-like robe tugging behind her in the swift situation of flying as air borne as a leaf in a hotchpotch tempest… She flitted and fluttered- so powerfully that it slapped the wind. Rocketing high over the loftiest summit through the candy floss clouds of the jolly, mystery filled, pleasant lush greenery of the moors, she spun so rapidly like a dancing top, drawing clouds to her-the speed too intense, the cloud seemed like mist…
‘She’ is Maleficent. The vicious villain, the victorious heroine…It doesn’t matter. She is both…
Yes, it is the age old classic tale of Sleeping Beauty but with a striking, unbelievable, incredible twist.
As young Stephan (a farmer’s son) was creeping in the moors to steal something in the faeries wake, Maleficent (still a jovial, contended girl) caught him. That was a beginning of their true love story… But it didn’t last long enough. Stephan was soon plotting to be of a post of high glory in the kingdom. He stole Maleficent’s wings in order to be king. Maleficent, mixed with revenge and malice couldn’t control her fury of Stephan’s voraciousness. She came across Diaval, a crow strangled in a farmer’s fishing net. Taking pity, she saved him and he solemnly swore to be her spy. Shortly, Aurora’s christening occurred. Burrowed in bubbling anger of not being invited, she herself trundled to the castle and cursed the giggling and bubbly Aurora. (The same wicked story book jinx— “Before the sun sets on her sixteenth birthday, she will prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and fall to a sleep like death…”) Watch what befalls Aurora—will it be Prince Philip who wakes her up from her hibernation?

A moving, courageous tale of ignorance, tears, love, greed, fury, mastery and evil. Never a bore, it just goes on until you are perplexed the movie came to an end so quickly. Maleficent was the most daring, dark and mystical of all other faeries. She had a heart of enduring gilded gold but Stephan and her own folly enameled it with a stone crust. And yet Disney’s movies are always quoted with a happy, magical ending.


Day Dreaming Dilemmas

Another humid and hazy and horrid day, so hot that you will have the impression of melting like an ice lolly until you are exceedingly sticky like melted marshmallows and inexplicably stinking and smothered with the sickly stench of sweat. That day we had Science as our first period. Yes, and regrettably (I had run out of luck lately) I couldn’t resist the window seat, despite the heat, standing sturdy and vacant—perfect for a spontaneous dreamer like me. My eyes weaved in and about the variety of other desks appealing to my comfort but many a number of class mates grabbed their opportunities to the air conditioning area and settled down serenely like proud VIP’s. But my eyes swivelled back to the sun bathed chair and desk near the greasy and fuzzy window. Without even giving it a second thought, I slipped down on the rigid wooden and quiet dirty chair rather awkwardly with the terrifying heat lapping at the left of my face and unusually soothingly stimulating cool air tickling and gently touching me on the right. I began to sun-cool- bath feeling the utmost relaxation. The fiery glare of the sun against the pane was annoying but evidently warming me drowsy. The teacher, meanwhile, was far from the start of the lesson–“Inside the earth”. As I was not too keen on Science and was too great a day dreamer for learning, I abruptly heard the teacher explain in her shrill, aged voice, “The inner core can be almost compared to the big seed of a mango. Therefore…”

“Oh! Imagine!” I murmured jovially to myself (I was actually quarter dozing, half day dreaming and the last quarter aiding me in keeping myself look up and awake on the outside) as I pictured an absurdly colourful text book with a diagram of the Earth chopped in half and the layers projected clearly. But, at-the-spur-of-the-moment, the Earth dissolved itself into a massive mango which was hilariously amusing. And the insides of the mango disappeared too, and refilled again with the crust as the mango peel, the mantle as a dense mango puree with numerous bite size chunks of juicy mangoes, the outer core was mango juice with smaller bits and pieces while the inner core turned out to be a giant mango seed!!

Suddenly, I fancied a dismal looking ancient volcano with jagged, ragged, weather-worn rocks of all sizes bundled and huddled together. (coconut sized to the size of an African elephant!) A moderate vibration appeared to occur slightly, the trees juddered and the rocks shuddered. Unexpectedly, out of the blue, a handful of people dressed in jeans and everyday t-shirts, staggered, stumbled, strode and hurried showing how ferine they were. “Let’s slurp it up before it stains everywhere.” they managed to pant. In the meantime, the vibration grew worse. Unpredictably, the bleak volcano bombarded, spitting lava (that’s what I thought anyway). Those people were shrouded in it- most likely swallowed in the tremendous blazing heat. But no, wait! Lava is not yellow! The liquid which had spilled out was a syrupy yellow. It was mango juice! And there came the group of people, licking themselves over and over and that surely made my lips smack. For I haven’t had a proper treat of mango since May. If it hadn’t been for a thundering voice agitating me, I could have asked the men to pass some juice to me too. “Stop dreaming, youngster. I won’t abide dreaming in my class!” boomed the querulous thundering of the Science teacher who in reality seemed to pinch my ears moodily. I don’t ever wish to describe the scene after that.

Daydreaming can leave someone in a really fantastic picturesque fantasy land always leading to trouble afterwards… I can never leave the habit of whiling away my time like that. Have you ever been in a day dream?

Football Fever Spreading Fast…

As I flicked through, browsing the TV channels languidly one night, the same, monotonous (As I am not exactly a footie freak it didn’t particularly excite me to see Spain verses Chile again…) football match flashed across the screen for at least the umpteenth time. The miniature footballer with his opponent sallying with immeasurable force, racing rapidly onwards to the white speck of the ball attempting to score a goal, the other team members splayed all over the field, their vibrant red, white and yellow emphasizing greatly from the lush, green field, the exhilarated commentator shouting out rhapsodies of  the winning team, the millions of spectators caked together, the sun gently ironing their heads, grew fizzed up madder than ever like active volcanoes- some waving colorful and encouraging posters, some cheered on top of their voices like furious lions, some smothered their faces with the colors of the team they are supporting..

The noise, the excitement, the rapture, the thrill was almost inexplicable. But Brazil is almost in the other end of the world…

People on the Eastern Hemisphere could’ve groped around without all the anticipation. But football fanatics of all ages (Yes, even toddlers following their father’s intentions) take all the trouble searching vigorously through  many programmes for any football match to conjure up on the television screen, humming the catchy tune of Shakira’s “La La La” the theme song for Brazil’s sixth World Cup.  A few, turned their living room (whether small or big) to an actual football field. (It is true, you won’t believe it!).  A handful of shopping malls nowadays display a ginormous projector in food courts where you can view while you dine! Many labourers, abandoning their good shut eye time, hustle around any 24 hour catering café (which probably would have a television) at midnight to one in the morning (after their work of course) carrying chairs, a sitting on the pavements, munching provisions—watching a football match LIVE..

Many other people (partly crazy of football, partly not) like me are really eager to know who is winning—Argentina or Spain, or is it Brazil or Ecuador??


A Little Note to all our Chocolate-Sweet Fathers

A great supporting punching bag , a sparkling candle of encouragement, a lighthouse to help your way in life, a frequent adviser, a teacher, a forgiver, granting wishes, a never failing heart to never ever give up, always pert and full of lively spirit, a companion to go snuggle up with when you are sad, a close friend you can lean on, sometimes stern, striving to make us a successful person … a genuine, un-bogus hero in your life time… Who does all this remind you of? Hmmmm…..
Yes, Dad… Those special three letters can ignite the flame of unconditional love, brighten you up with that wonderfully light feeling as memories turn into a marvelous reverie. You can scream your worries to him, chase him around when happy, smuggle up some lies, transform into your true behavior, ask him silly questions, be free… what more?
Here are a few daughter’s who I can see adores their father’s….
Indira Gandhi- Chacha Nehru is really an inspiring father. The Letters From A Father To His Daughter were the letters send to his daughter with immense love when he was in jail. Chacha Nehru had developed Indira Gandhi’s interest in nature and taught her many values.
Anne Frank- Otto H. Frank a truly dear father to Anne had made a big influence in Anne’s life. He understood many things in Anne’s mind. But, because of Hitler’s raging anti-Jew restrictions, Otto Frank found a hiding place in his office. Anne wanted her diary published when the war was over. Sadly, she passed away ( after being captured) just three months short of her sixteenth birthday. To fulfill Anne’s wish, Otto Frank published her diary..
Me- He might be really busy
       He might be exhausted and dizzy
       But the cheerfulness and friendliness
       Can never be unraveled by tiredness
       His soft words and smile
       Can be felt from a mile
       His stern advice
       Can stop all vice
        And pull you along in the right way
Happy Father’s Day!!