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Fly Solo

People watching, is an art! You need to make just enough eye contact to not make eye contact. The ideal technique here is to dole out occasional glances without running the risk of being dubbed as a creep by on-looker, because trust me, if you’re people-watching someone, someone is people-watching you too! Admittedly, my favourite past-time in public places, it’s one of the many reasons I don’t mind traveling by bus. On a good day, it takes me 2 buses and about 40 minutes to get downtown, leaving me plenty of time to weave stories about people that catch my fancy!

Today, however, my ‘muse’ (just because I want to use the word), was a fly, rigorously pacing up and down the headrest of a seat. Flies I can’t identify terrify me just because I don’t want to succumb to a fly bite. Can you imagine how much that would suck? ‘Death By Fly’ just doesn’t fly! So anyway, I can spot these pesky buggers from a mile away and even though the said seat was a good four rows away, the first half of my bus ride was centered around the fly. Oh and the seat was occupied, by the way; the owner was totally oblivious of whom he was sharing the seat with.

In the human world, pacing up and down is a sign of anxiety and panic. Transferring this trait to the fly (flies are people too guys), I tried to imagine the fly’s cause of worry! “To bite or not to bite” seemed to be the theme of the situation, not discounting the affinity for them to do so…the other plausible reason for the pacing could be that the fly was too full and was taking a stroll to make some place in its belly. Well, the little dyke was out of luck- the occupant bid the seat adieu shortly after the pacing commenced.

The person to whom the seat had been passed on to probably squashed the fly because it never resurfaced, thus ending my fly soliloquy.

And no, I didn’t spend time imagining whether or not the fly will be missed by its loved ones! This blog post is weird enough as it is…

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Definitely Not the Belle of the Ball…Annabelle.

If you’ve watched as many horror movies as I have, you’ll notice that there’s a pattern to them all: A couple or family obsessed with the idea of living in the suburbs find a house that’s surprisingly affordable (yeah, no fish smelt there…well done, housing bubble), and without any research on the previous owners or what Earth shattering demons they were into, go ahead and purchase the house. Pandora’s Box was just thrown wide open with this move, by the way…

When it comes to movies, as much I would like to take a black or white stance on it, there have been plenty of movies where I didn’t enjoy the film as a whole as much as certain aspects of the film- the camera work, storyline or character sketches to name a few. A movie I watched recently, Annabelle, is one such example. Setting aside my love for horror movies, Annabelle kept the scare simple. A possessed doll with one sole purpose- searching for a soul (can I just say how much I love puns :P).

Unlike the Conjuring, its sequel, Annabelle does not involve any exorcism or scenes of anyone being dragged by the hair across the room. Don’t get me wrong, the Conjuring scared the bejesus out of me, a little more than Annabelle, but I prefer Annabelle to the Conjuring. A wonderful surprise though, was the character of the mother. For a change, the movie didn’t show the mother do be helpless, wringing her hands, wailing and screaming. The maternal instinct is something I didn’t expect to come out so strongly in a movie like Annabelle. It was refreshing to watch that the husband believed his wife when she voiced her concerns that something foul was at play in their lives, and seemingly preventive measures were taken swiftly to deal with the situation. Usually, a lot of footage is wasted in altercations that arise between the couple because one doesn’t believe the other; household fights are so yesterday! For a change, a cute baby was cast(ed?) and as a viewer, I did not want her soul to be fed on…

There were a bunch of really good camera shots and angles used throughout the movie coupled with good effects and scene transitions. The scene where the camera tracks the path from the door to the rocking chair that appears to be Annabelle’s throne throughout the movie was a real treat to watch. The scariest scene of the movie was when Mia (Annabelle Wallis) sees young Annabelle in the nursery from her (Mia) room and as the door closes, young Annabelle starts running towards the door and in a flash of a second turns into the evil spirit that she is now.

One of the better horror movies I’ve watched, I’m just glad that I don’t own dolls!

#annabelle #horror movies #creepy dolls

The End of the Aisle!

I didn't quite understand the fad of binge watching shows till I started college and was introduced to the beautiful world of torrents. After asking around, discarding and charting lists of shows to watch, it’s safe to assume that the groove was found. One of the first shows I started watching was How I Met Your Mother; well, it was actually The Big Bang Theory but that show took some time to grow on me. I know, I know there were far better shows to watch before HIMYM but the charm of F.R.I.E.N.D.S continues to elude me.

Coming back to the series at hand, in an attempt to fall asleep the other day, it suddenly dawned on me that after the 31st of March, there will be no HIMYM to look forward to. Not like the last few seasons were whoamygawd- it’s more of a habit now really! Ted’s near psychopathic obsession with Robin, Barney with his playbook and his undying attempts to make every night legendary (licking the Liberty Bell for instance), Marshall with his love for everything cheesy- edible or otherwise, Lily and her ‘Aldrin Justice’ and of course Ranjit’s stereotypical greeting of a ‘Hello’ will no longer be a part of mine and several others’ routine!

While the producers have confirmed a spin-off titled How I Met Your Dad, I doubt it will be the same as its parent series. Like a friend of mine casually mentioned, the only thing they could make HIMYD any different from HIMYM is if they make it PG 13 or 16 or as high a PG as they can declare. It’s just like how the makers of Two and a Half Men valiantly and unashamedly continue producing episodes with Ashton Kutcher and Jon Cryer.

Secretly many of us might actually be relieved that the series (HIMYM) is ending. It’s had a good run, provided us with a lot of laughs (the tramp stamp, playbook, impromptu outdoor wedding and naked man episodes to name a few), had a quite a few ‘aww’ moments (not going to name them) but I mean enough with the tale already! That Ted sure has some patient children. And what’s this about bumping off the Mother. So let’s try and get this straight- the Mother features in the title, is built up all through the series, finally introduced in the final season and merrily killed off in a few episodes? Did I miss something here?! Since the last episode hasn't been aired yet, I’m hoping for a happier ending.

The speculation surrounding the series finale makes for an interesting read;

- Why is the narrator’s voice different from Ted’s? Does he die and leave behind a tape? (Given his string of poor decisions, he should have died a while back)

- Does the Mother really die and the 'kids' were too young to remember her?

- Is Ted a delusional bugger and imagines all this?

Well, Carter Bays and Craig Thomas, surprise me!

Note To Self: Find a new show to binge watch…!

#himym #finale #spoilers

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Confessions Of A (Crazy) Cat Person

how it all began & then some….

Grade 9 was the first time we were introduced to Cruella’s chamber of Saturday school and weekly unit tests. It was also the year I discovered I’m an out and out cat person…

One weekend, my mom with my sister went to visit her friend whilst I slaved over a pile of pending practical files. They left with a plastic box of cake or something and came back with a huge cardboard box, which my driver very casually dumped in the corner and clocked out for the day. My mom wasn’t home yet so I didn’t bother about the box. Just seconds after I made my mind to feign excitement over the mundane contents of the box, who should walk in but my sister with a sweeping declaration that we are now proud pet owners; a statement to which I told her that the rats we’ve been trying to catch aren’t for taming purposes!

I don’t remember the rest of the conversation but somewhere during the course of this quip-py conversation, my mom (in an attempt to said conversation), asked me to just “open the box already”. So I did, and out jumped my first loves. Yes, she’d bought home two cats. They were about two months old and were living in mom’s friend’s compound. My mom caught a glimpse of them and fell in love with them and so they became an addition to the family. Watching those cats run all over the room looking for a place to hide from all the strange sights and sounds made me so happy- I finally have a pet…well, pets! And so began the saga of the Lokur cats….

Since we’d literally picked them up from the street, the first order of business was to take them to a vet and get them vaccinated, weighed and registered for regular check-ups. During the initial period, we were a little lost…both my parents being dog people, treated the cats like a dog. For the first few weeks, we put them out in the balcony after dinner time along with their food bowl and litter box. Speaking of which, it was a wonderful surprise to discover that cats are born toilet trained. Put out a litter box for them and that’s it. So anyway, over time the ‘rules’ were relaxed and the cats were all over the house. Since there were 2 of them, they wasted no time in marking out their territory, favourite places to catch a nap and of course preferred members of the family. Soon 2 cats turned to 4 and 4 to 6. As of today, I have one cat- Noodle. And no, I will not tell you why she’s called Noodle :)

So, a pet is a pet, right? Wrong! If you have a cat, you have called upon yourself, being tagged in anything cat related, till.you.die. It’s fine as long they’re cute memes or GIF’s…cats do after all, rule the internet. But for the love of God, don’t tag me in posts which talk of the ill-effects of keeping a cat. I refuse to believe that any pet owner (cat, dog or otherwise) would turn suicidal or suffer from depression, regardless of what ‘science’ says. Seriously...stop with the stereotype.

Just because I’m a cat person does not make me anti-dog. Yes, if I had a choice between keeping a dog or a cat as a pet, I’d pick the feline clan any day. That makes it a choice not a death wish. And of course my cat is going to be snooty around you. Your dog barks when I walk into your house, while my cat decides to not give a fuck. There’s really no deeper meaning to it. Cats are just as loveable, toilet trained and contrary to popular belief, loyal. And FYI, I have no qualms of becoming a crazy old cat lady. If I find someone who loves me even half as much as my cats have, I’ll feel blessed :)…

Being a pet owner is a wonderful experience, no matter ‘what’ pet. The way you smile wall-to-wall when they do something cute, the momentary anger when they shred a page of a book and the frenzy of last minute negotiations with God when you can’t find them (I had a cat who loved wandering off. The longest he’d been gone was 5 days. Turns out he trotted out the door and showed up covered in generator diesel. Giving him a bath- not a fond memory)….coming back to the point, get a pet if you don’t have one. Don’t miss out on this!

Yes, we like to be a part of everything that goes on in the house!

#cats #confession #cat of the day #cat obsession

‘Finding the perfect shampoo is like finding your soul-mate.’

So I was writing an article on organic shampoo and was stuck mid-sentence, when my mind wandered off (the afternoon tea hadn't arrived yet). My thought trail went something like this- organic shampoo --> wtf --> do I need to wash my hair? --> the park avenue beer shampoo advertisement --> the bottle of beer shampoo in my bathroom --> should I use head n shoulders or beer shampoo, if at all? --> where the hell is my tea?

Yeah, you guessed it, this rant is going to be about shampoos! Have you ever wondered how many shampoos you’ve changed before you decided to stick to one for a long time? It’s like every time you enter a new phase of your life, a new shampoo befriends your head. A journey that begins with Johnson Baby Shampoo and ends with, erm….I’ll finish this sentence when I’m old and balding.

The choice of shampoos matches priorities, I guess. When you’re a baby, the greatest concern is to keep the shampoo out of your eyes. In other words, Johnson’s Baby- No More Tears Shampoo. Then when you’re old enough to bathe on your own, you get to choose your own shampoo. This is usually determined by what your favourite celebrity or cartoon character is endorsing; maybe a Dora The Explorer shampoo or Tom n Jerry.

Enter puberty- the age that puts the term ‘self conscious’ to shame! This is the phase where you actually take notice of how your hair really is; whether its oily or dry, thick or thin, wavy or straight. Owing to your self-made observations, various shampoos will be purchased and tested and purchased and tested yet again, till the desired output is achieved. This still doesn’t guarantee that you have found the right shampoo.

I think it’s safe to assume that the longest relationship you’ll have with your shampoo is in your 20's. It could change once you reach your 50’s! I should really put this theory to test and see if shampoos do indeed have such fickle a fate…

#shampoos #afternoontea

An Ode To All Working Mothers…

I recently secured my first job and felt pretty darn grown up when I signed the offer letter and opened a salary account. This was the glamorous part of it; going to work, sitting on my desk, working on a computer assigned to me. All this seemed so brilliant!

What I forgot to take into account is the time before I leave for work and after I come back. For the first week, I stuck to a routine and it worked pretty well. I managed to finish a few household chores, squeeze in some TV time and a lot of sleep :P… then came the second week and everything went haywire. Now I’m constantly yearning for that extra hour of sleep and praying that the utensils wash themselves and the food will cook itself. So much for crossing yet another milestone! I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again- growing up sucks!

So while I was monologue-ing away my worth in words, it struck me that there are people (mothers, mind you!) who come home from a hard day’s work and tend to entire families- kids, cats, the works. My mother being of those crazy-eyed working women with families waiting to be fed, berated and kept in check, I am well aware of how the system *ahem* works.

All I have to do is take care of myself and I can’t stop whining about that. Imagine how I’d be like with a family to take care of. Now might be a good time to fore-warn you- if around 20 years down the line, you see young people looking like me wandering about the face of the Earth, know that I left them at a church-step with 100 bucks tucked away in the basket.

I don’t know how these mothers manage. Wake up before else, prepare breakfast and lunch for people who eat like never before and after coming back from work, do the same thing and if they have children…well then more power to you! Hats off to all of them for successfully doing so. And I sure hope to God that this trait is hereditary…

There are many instances in your life when you realize how hard your mother actually works (‘round the clock, at that). The most profound dawning, being when you start working and living on your own..

Cheers to all the working mothers out there :)

#workingmoms

RIP Fred Perry

When Andy Murray clinched this year’s Wimbledon title, Fred Perry’s ghost was finally exorcized. It had been 77 years since an Englishman had won Wimbledon. Although I’m a die-hard supporter of the Djoker, I was rooting for Murray. An English (or Scottish, in this case) player cannot call himself a tennis player if he doesn’t have a Wimbledon Grand Slam Title under his/her belt. But in all fairness, Murray’s game was most definitely not worthy of the occasion. More than Murray winning, Djokovic was losing; as was the case with Bartoli vs Lisicki!

If you ask me, both the finals were a tad disappointing. Sabine Lisicki had the championship. It was right there, waiting for her to claim it. I understand being over-whelmed by the occasion and playing on centre court, but you beat Serena Williams for crying out loud woman! And that is not an easy feat- it was probably more magnanimous an achievement than making it to the finals. No discredit to Bartoli, but Lisicki really let this one go. Here’s hoping she gets a grip on her nerves the next time she’s on centre court.

Any final that ends in straight sets is quite a letdown, especially for the people who shelled out money to watch it live. The spectators that really got their money’s worth are the ones that witnessed Wimbledon history being created by way of the 4 hours 40-something semi-final that took place between Del Potro and Djokovic . Now that was a real nail-biter! It could have gone either way, but the World No.1 emerged victorious, only to lose to World No.2!

But I guess that’s the beauty of any sport. Just because you’re number 1, doesn’t make you invincible. It all boils down to the form of the players and the state of their respective minds on match day…

#Wimbledon2013

Switzerland: The short of it...

Ask anyone three countries they’d like to visit. As sure as the sun rises, Italy will feature in the top 3. Up until I visited the country, the fascination of Italy eluded me. As far as my perception went, Italy was pizza, pasta and gelato! Oh and how can I forget the pickpockets! The place as such didn’t beckon me in any way. I knew very little of what sights it had to offer to me as a tourist.

Before I went to Italy, I spent three days in Switzerland. Don’t get me wrong when I say Switzerland is boring, but when you see Italy, everything in comparison will be boring. Switzerland has its own charm and projects an aura of being oh-so-pristine. It’s a nice change from the crowded cities we come from. You’ll hardly see 15 people on the street. There was this one time when we were walking back to the Hotel and it was around 9:30 pm and there wasn’t a soul in sight. You could come across the occasional passer-by, probably running to catch the Metro or something but otherwise, it was silent as death. I wanted to scream and see if people would actually come out of the houses and run out onto the streets. But the mother factor prevented me from doing so.

The weather was kind whilst we were there, although, there was this one horrible day when it was ridiculously cold in Bern. Interlaken wasn’t half as cold as Bern, and Interlaken is where the Alps are. Even the towns beyond Interlaken (Meriengen, Alpbach, Reinbach) weren’t as cold as Bern. I’ll let you in on a secret here; up until I actually visited Bern, I always thought Geneva was the capital of Switzerland. And here I was, wondering why my parents choose to see Bern over Geneva (Yes, we make our own itinerary). Well, now I know- it’s the capital and Geneva is oddly located when it comes to seeing Switzerland in 3 days. If you want to experience the real Heidi countryside, see Bern and beyond. Zurich is more of a commercial capital and has very little to offer, touristy wise.

The best thing about Switzerland is that it has very little history attached to it. In the sense, unlike Italy or even England or France, where there are a gazillion things that talk about the like of the heritage and culture, tourism in Switzerland is primarily focused on natural wonders. Coming back to the best thing, you can just amble about the streets of any city and you’ll still feel like it was a day well spent. Of course you can’t miss the Rhine Falls or going up to Jungfrau or the magnificent sight that is the Aare Gorges. You might want to take down what you’re going to read next. When you take the train from Meriengen to Aareschlutz and are done admiring and just fathoming the great beauty that it (the Gorge) is, walk back to the town of Meriengen. It’s a rather long walk, and your legs are sure to ache next day, but it’s all going to be worth it. Take in what a quintessential Swiss town has to show you. It will stay with you forever- the houses with their neat little mowed lawns and garden gnomes; the fat chubby well fed cats that won’t even give you a second look (no matter how hard you try to cajole them to come to you, to be petted) and the crisp mountain air that you’d only be reading about in the books….

The town of Stein Am Rhein

#Switzerland

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Oh the joy of buckling up your seat-belt and setting your seat and tray table upright. The excitement of visiting a new land and the adventures it might have in store for you! The people, the food, the weather and the sheer number of sights and sounds you’ll be a part of for the duration of your stay. Visiting Europe can turn out to be one of the most memorable and enriching experiences of your life. Whether you visit one country or more, what you take back is something that can only be defined as "out of this world". I guess this is true about travelling itself, but Europe is Europe (Yes, I'm insanely fascinated by that continent).

I spent a fortnight in the lands of Europe and saw so much and gawked so much and ate oh-so-much that I was quite happy and content to come home when the 15 days were up. Being my first holiday in 2 years, for the first few days, I behaved like a country-bumpkin of the first order. And obviously, had the time of my life. It was a dark time for me when it was quite uncertain as to whether or not I will be able to go on this holiday. The consulates decided to be extra anal during holiday season and every other day, I would get a call from my travel agent saying that the consulates demanded more documents and more confirmation that I will indeed return to my homeland, and not rope in some European for citizenship. This, however, does not discount the fact that my travel agent's first 'visa acquiring assignment' was none others that yours truly. But bottom line- visa came, I went.

This was the first time I was flying solo (no, not like that! Get your mind outa the gutter o). Usually I have my mother and sister sitting next to me, but this time, I had no idea who would be. It could be the cute guy sitting across table (as if), or it could be that smelly old fart (literally), adding to the existing toxic gasses in the air. Before I go into who-sat-next-to-me-when, allow me the courtesy to warn you: Never...I re-iterate....NEVER fly Emirates, especially if you're flying out from Bombay. The staff is rude and absolutely condescending. The choice of food is deplorable and the crowd that flies Emirates would be the reason you to lose faith in the human race. The only reason why I chose Emirates was because of the convenient arrival time at Bombay when I was returning from my holiday. Thank you Lord for placing Dubai so close to India....

A Tick off the Bucket List

Everyone has a bucket list. If it’s not on paper, it’ll be in your mind, but it’s there all the same! And every day there are different things that are crossed off of countless bucket lists. On Sunday, my list too got a notch smaller.

Cricket has played a major role in my life while growing up. It’s the reason I got into sports. Whether it’s learning how to catch a ball or breaking a finger because I refused to wear gloves or even storming off in a huff cos I got out too soon, cricket is always just ‘round the corner. Oh the joy of seeing the ball knock the bails off or finally perfecting Dravid’s signature square cut is indeed, “a thing of beauty” (yes, I just quoted Keats).

But believe it or not, I was yet to see a match at the stadium. ‘Was’ because when the Pune Warriors hosted the Delhi Daredevils, ‘watching a match live’, was checked off my kilometer long bucket list. And Sir Viv Richards returning my wave was the ultimate cherry on the icing. I shamefully admit that it took me some time to recognize him, but when it kicked in, I stared him down Darth Vader style until he caught my eye. Then all it took was to grow a pair and wave (half-wave in my case), which was duly returned.

By the time we reached the stadium, the match was in its 3rd over with one wicket down for the Warriors and the crowd had already set the mood-it was sheer madness! After the initial confusion regarding the seating arrangements was sorted and we all were seated together, I found my bearings and prepared to take in some of the madness that had descended upon the crowd. Location is a key factor when it comes to many things in life. Seats at a stadium unequivocally make it to the top 3 of that list. And boy were the seats a beauty! Since it was right behind the dugout, the players were literally a stone’s throw away (Morne Morkel being a cat-call away…)

At first glance, the playing field looked a tad small and that was rather unacceptable actually. It looks so huge and unconquerable on television. But as the match progressed and a couple of well timed shots that found its way into the stands, the ground once again regained its indomitable aura. One thing that was missed out during orientation (courtesy, my father) was how fast the ball travels in real time. I must have missed half a dozen balls just because I gave into the human urge of blinking. I missed the other half due to pure fascination of the kind of atmosphere that can be generated at a stadium. But like my uncle said, “you don’t go to the stadium for the match, you go for the crowd”. It was just so darn amazing observing the pin drop silence in the stadium when the ball was being bowled. And as soon as it made contact with the bat, the cacophony of cheers ran rife through the stadium.

However, I was fortunate enough to catch all the fun elements of the match. Although the grand total wasn’t all that impressive, the match did have its fair share of interesting moments- a few good sixes, quite a lot of catches and run-out moments topped with the umpire almost taking a ball to the face. My only regret, is that I didn’t get to see the spider cam do its thing. Maybe the Sahara Stadium is not equipped for the technology or they just didn’t bother installing it since it was a match being played out of formality, it was a wee bit disappointing none-the-less.

That being said, I still had the time of my life and a huge shout-out for all the people who made the evening happen…

John Constantine Will Roll In His Grave....

“Ek dayan ki shakti uske choti mein hoti hai”

After Ram Gopal Varma’s Kaun and Bhoot, Ek Thi Daayan was Bollywood’s next attempt at horror that caught my attention. So I decided to watch it; and it turned out to be quite the night.

Konkana Sen Sharma was the saving grace of the film. I’d like to see her cast in more roles like Diana in Ek Thi Daayan. She had her subtle ‘daayan’ glances as well as the evil step-mother looks perfected to the tee. Couple that up with dilated pupils with a ghoulish complexion and you’ll understand why I shall sleep with the lights on for a few days. Oh and don’t forget the hollowed out “Main wapas aungi”. The last time I heard that was in Aahat; it scared me then and it scared me now.

Huma Quereshi on the other hand was rather ordinary. Not having watched Gangs of Wasseypur, I’d heard a lot about her marvelous role as Mohsina. Compared to that, she was quite unimpressive in Ek Thi Daayan. Kalki’s casting was absolutely unnecessary. Her acting prowess was wasted in the movie. They could have picked anyone….I mean anyone, for her role.

I’ll admit the movie had its scary moments. The first half (when Konkana was the daayan) did justice to the genre. The second half, however, seemed to aimlessly wander around the storyline; it seemed like a parody of Constantine and Twilight especially during the climax (now you might understand the topic line :P)…For someone who does not watch a lot of English movies, Ek Thi Daayan would be quite the revelation. As far as for those who do, jump outa your skins in the first half and recover from it during the second. Once we- my uncle and aunt and I- realized what the ending looked like, we didn’t wait for the end credits to roll in.

After the movie, we had our own share of scares. My uncle’s Mercedes almost had its first scratch, all thanks to the oddly angled parking structure at the movie theatre. After 15 minutes of “NO IT’S TOO CLOSE TO THE WALL”, the Merc was successfully and coolly maneuvered out of the 21st century labyrinth. The next scare wasn’t far behind. I went home and the lights were out. They were out for 2 hours out of which I shat bricks for 30 minutes. Every moving shadow seemed to be Konkana Sen Sharma’s. Thankfully, the lights were back soon and what you're reading now is a result of those 30 minutes.…

Note to self: Before going for a 11 pm horror flick, check the star cast!

An Era Gone By..

Those of you reading this might wonder if this has got anything to do with the fact that I’m finishing up with college soon. Well, in my case academics and nostalgia are seldom in tandem.

How many memes have we seen on Facebook that poke fun at the children of this generation, because they’ve missed what was the golden period of Cartoon Network? Have they not only missed Tom and Jerry and Flintstones et al, kids today have also missed out on the classic Disney Princess Movies. Sure Disney has come out with a great number of classics (and still do), but the princess movies will continue to be a class apart. Growing up with Snow White and her iconic blue dress with a yellow skirt, short red-and-blue slashed sleeves and a high white collar and Cinderella who had the quintessential evil step-mother has all been a part and parcel of every childhood of the 90’s…

I was watching Tangled the other day and as the end credits rolled in, I realized that this was the last classic princess movie that Disney will ever make. At the risk of sounding cheesy-I felt my entire childhood come to an end, a standstill. Yet another milestone had been crossed and who knew maybe a few years down the line, I could be telling my children about the beautiful period of classic princess movies (LOL, told you it was going to be cheesy!)

On a serious note, the movies have left a void that shall now be filled with runs and re-runs of Beauty and The Beast, Snow White and Tangled…. The latest princess movie, Brave, though being yet another fabulous film, focused more on action and drama rather than portraying a life changing journey, as such. The classic princess movies speak of more than that. It’s like Shakespeare for young souls. It gets better with every watch. I personally, am not the type who sits and dreams of the princess fantasy world where Prince Charming comes in and swoops me off my feet (I have one requirement in a guy- culinary skill!)

There has always been a feel good element to the movies. Of course back then, I didn't understand the term ‘feel good’ , but the emotion was the same alright…How do I explain this to my younger cousins or my nieces and nephews what a joy it is to watch the entire household of Beast’s castle burst into “Tale as old as time…” or Ariel cruising the underwater world with her best friends Flounder and Sebastian.

Psst…between you and me, Cinderella was my least favourite princess, Belle topping my list. What does your list look like?

PS: Just to be avoid being bombarded later about Tangled being the last princess movie, I’m talking about the classic princesses like Snow White, Belle, Ariel, Jasmine, Rapunzel, Aurora, Pocahontas and Mulan. Tangled was the last classic princess movie Disney made…

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