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The tattoo that I have

This is prompt number 97 from Bryn Donovan’s list of prompts and ideas for writing about yourself. I’m picking random numbers, and I’m lucky I got this because I’ve been waiting to tell this story since the day it happened.

Yes, I have a tattoo. The story of how I got it is quite patience-testing.

For quite a long time, Akka and I (in the end, along with Amma) had been pestering Pappa to agree for us to get tattoos. I didn’t see the big deal. The only scare or concern was the lead content and the needles. I know they use fresh needles every single time, and well, the lead levels in my blood might have increased, but there is joy in getting a tattoo done. It’s like branding yourself and saying “This is who I am”, or maybe reminding yourself to live your life. Either way, it is quite fascinating.

Pappa finally said yes, late in June, probably. Then began the search for the designs. I knew what to get and I had choices to pick from. It was either a Totoro, or the Sun, or the Sun and the Moon together. So, after looking for designs of the Sun and the Moon and being fed up, because I wasn’t satisfied with any of them, I requested Vaishnavi to ketch me some designs. She was so happy to do it, that she by next week, she had sent me three designs of varying simplicity. And each one of them was so pretty! The simplest one was a design with the Sun at the centre, and the phases of the moon on either side of its rays, and I could put it as a bracelet or an anklet. I decided to get that one done, on my right upper arm. So, it was decided for me. And even though Akka said, “It’s not very unique; you should get the other one,” I stuck to what I wanted and went with her to this tattoo parlor in Indiranagar.

Akka was going to get the words “Carpe Diem” on her arm. Where on her arm, she wasn’t sure. I thought “Carpe Diem” was a common enough word, but I didn’t dare say that out loud. She talked her designs over with her friend and finalized the font and all, and decided she wanted a tiny flower with it. Her visualization was actually pretty. But when we went there, everything changed.

For one, this place where we went, which was really famous, looked really cool with its metal decorations and all, but inside, it felt like an orgy. People kept walking in and out, tattoo in their heads, tattoo on their bodies. It was a stifling 10 minutes while we were waiting for a friend’s friend (one of the many tattoo artists) to come out. Akka prodded me first, and then I showed him my design. He said, “This design will not come in the size you want. Is that okay?” I frowned. I mean, Pappa agreed only if we got small(-ish) tattoos, and the size he showed? Way too big. I said, “Never mind,” and he moved on to Akka.

When she said, “I want to get a tattoo of Carpe Diem,” he simply nodded, and went towards the computer. He sat down and asked her to select a font from that list. She already had picked one out, but of course, Murphy’s law came into the picture. He didn’t have it. She chose the closest one, and without further ado, he printed it, tore it, and stenciled it on the side of her wrist, below her little finger. And he led her towards an empty bench and began tattooing.

The only good thing to come out of that was the price discount.

That day, my spirits had died down. I decided I didn’t want a tattoo. For now, at least. But Akka insisted that we get it done for me, too. So we searched for places near Jayanagar when Akka remembered that there was a new one right outside the complex. We hitched an auto and went to Jayanagar.

This was a small place, with just one small room. A guy was just finishing up another guy’s tattoo and was doing one of those “wiping-foam-to-reveal-tattoo” videos. There was another guy sitting on a sofa nearby. When we walked in, he greeted us and led us to the lone computer across the door we just walked through. I showed him my design, and he said, “This will be too big. Is that okay?”

I groaned. But Akka had decided that we weren’t going to go home without both of us getting tattoos. She’s sentimental that way.

So I told him that I wanted the Sun and the Moon, and he Googled designs. I already did that and which was why I had customized designs!

I picked one, and he printed it out, created a stencil, and put it on my arm. The guy was perfectly chatty with me, and I was glad because it distracted me. I was prepared to ask to talk to him, but thankfully, he saved me from that embarrassment. It took him 15 minutes, and on a scale of 1-10 of pain (with 10 being the highest), it was around 3 for me. I got it on the fleshy inside of my left forearm, so it was only noticeable.

As I begin working, I will definitely get myself all the tattoos that I want because once isn’t nearly enough. I want a few more Suns and Moons, and I want a quote or two, and I definitely want a watercolour one, and a Totoro one. Maybe every year, on July 15th, to commemorate the anniversary of my first tattoo, I will get one more on my body. I anyway cannot donate blood, so why not?


Posted in Me, Movies

My love for Tangled

6 years of hard work on this film was totally, absolutely worth it.

I thought I’d liked Frozen. And I do, I really do, but there’s just something about this movie that makes me smile and I would never change the channel if it was on TV. I love this movie so so much, that’s I’d watch it in Hindi if it was on TV.

And I did. When there’s nothing interesting to watch, I venture into the kids’ section. And one day, it was on Disney Channel, and in Hindi. I watched it till my mother came and till I had to surrender the TV remote to her (it was her time).

One of the main reasons why I love this movie the way I love it is because the emotions are so raw and pure. They’re not hidden, and you feel every feeling and emotion flow from the movie and straight to you. You laugh, you cry, you smile and you grin and you gouge your eyes out in pain. Then you cry and sniff and smile and laugh some more and release a breath of contentment when the movie is over.

It’s the best kind of movie for an emotional mess like me. I never get tired of the jokes, and this fairy-tale retelling does not seem like one; it seems like an original, Disney fantasy story. It brings a smile to my lips whenever I think about this movie, and if that isn’t proof of how amazing it is, then I don’t know what constitutes an amazing movie.


Posted in Me, Weekend Coffee Share

Weekend Coffee Share #17

I swear, I don’t know how this week went by.

Akka fell ill sometime on Thursday last week, so she’d taken the three days off till Wednesday, and worked from home on Thursday and Friday, so I’ve had her home all week. I will miss her when she goes back to work on Monday.

I’ve drawn, I’ve gone to class during the evenings, I’ve sat and watched TV, I’ve read a little and went for a little outing to Orion Mall, because we hadn’t gone out in so long. My theme for the week for my bullet journal was Autos, and I was quite happy with it. This week, I’m planning to draw the inside of a BMTC bus as a faded background sketch. I hope it goes well.

After finishing, and being a bit disappointed with This Savage Song, I began listening to Jenny Han’s book, P.S, I Still Love You, and I love it so far. The story is my favourite type of contemporary: cute, fluffy and still gives me all the feels.

On Thursday afternoon, I met with Naveen and Yeshas to eat fish at this place in Cubbon Park, that Pappa always said had some amazing food. He never has the time because they always open only during lunch time and on the weekdays, so I went. It was really good, but I was a bit sad that I did not get to eat crabs. Then we sat under a random tree in a pocket of the park, and spent some time talking. It was really nice.

I had been making some mandala postcards, and for a first-timer, I must say, they’ve come out pretty well! I’m quite proud of them and I will be sending them away soon enough.

I also made the very-due Ghibli postcards. These are of some of my favourite quotes of Ghibli. I loved all the 6 I’ve made. I still have to make 4 (10 quotes in all) but I’m quite lost as to how to make them. Hopefully I can.

My oldest cousin, who got married last year, came to our house, so we went out to Orion mall, because there was a flea market. The flea market was, like everything else in the mall, overpriced, but we did find a really nice stall from Mysore that sold very cute touristy things that I’ve never found anywhere. We bought a couple of dolls for Dasara festival, an “I Love Bengaluru” keychain with charms of auto, bus and a scooter, a fridge magnet of Bengaluru and a free keychain that I won over with my charms 😀

There was also Landmark, and I insisted that we go. I went over to the books section, and there was barely anything. I went over to see if I could find any cool unruled notebooks, but the ones that I really liked were too expensive. I’d have bought it if it was at least 200 Rs lesser.

Then we got home and played a game of life. Right now, I’m learning to write Hiragana, and I’m on the first lesson, learning vowels. Every time I’m learning Japanese, I am reminded again and again of how bad I am when it comes to languages. I just don’t seem to have the natural talent for it. Oh, well. But I shall not stop learning Japanese. I’ll go as far as I can.

No pictures because I’m feeling too lazy.

Hope you had a good week! Tell me all about it!

Posted in Bengaluru, Me, Writing

3:45 PM Tea Time

I have been wanting to write this for weeks. Here it is, finally.

After the first week of classes in Rajajinagar (some 15 kilometers away from home) I’d found my routine and rhythm. I leave my house at 2:45 PM sharp (a few minutes early couldn’t hurt), walk to the Metro train station some half a kilometer from my home, take the 2:57 PM train, get off at Mahakavi Kuvempu Road at around 3:30 PM, walk out of the station, take a left, and the first right. Straight up that road, on the last right, in the corner was a normal chats center and a dosa camp. They didn’t look like anything special. You can see them all over the city. But something did catch my eye, otherwise, I wouldn’t have been writing.

By the end of that first week, I’d found side roads and less crowded roads with better footpaths to walk on. That’s when I’d found this place. The words “flavoured tea” caught my eye. I’d been experimenting tea for a while now. Sometimes I like black tea with a huge squeeze of half a lemon and honey. Sometimes, I like the tea that I make with cinnamon, sometimes elaichi. But I like tea, and most times, I don’t even drink it. I prefer coffee over it because there is something about filtered coffee that can never be replaced.

So, when I found this flavoured tea stall, I was, naturally, intrigued. They had a list of flavours, and that day, I decided to drink all of them. Because once you try one, you had to know how the others tasted, right?


I came back the next day. I took off my headphones while I was approaching the place, and was mentally deciding what to try. I wanted to try rose. That was decided.

Walking up to the man standing at the counter (which is really the Kwality Wall’s dabba), I smiled my small smile reserved for first encounters and asked for the flavoured tea. The man was about Pappa’s age, and he asked me what kind of tea I wanted. I said I wanted the rose one, and he asked the boy making tea at the stall. To my disappointment, it was over, and the man said he had ordered some, and they haven’t come yet. So, I had to pick another one. Which to choose?

Chocolate was, is, and will always be my first option, but I didn’t feel like it. I decided to go with mango flavour because honestly, that sounded a little revolting. The guy began preparing the tea, while the man at the counter and I began the small talk. I hate small talk, but we soon evolved from there because I was getting comfortable there. The mango tea was excellent, and after I was done, I was smiling really huge and I left for class. I had 15 minutes to walk, so I walked in my normal speed, and still got there before the teacher.

I didn’t have the class that entire week. So for the next two weeks after, I went there almost every day. And I am proud to say that I’ve tried almost all the flavours on that menu. Mango and chocolate flavours were really good, and my personal favourite was orange. I had it twice. Bourbon and peach and mixed fruit (not on the menu) were pretty okay. What I disliked most was strawberry. If I thought mango flavoured tea sounded revolting, strawberry flavoured tea was actually revolting. Never again.

That man had also told me about the famous “Dahi Puri” and “Pav Bhaji” that they serve there. I could never have it because I didn’t go back the same way I came. On the last day of class at Rajajinagar (class in Jayanagar was going to start soon), I went there after class that evening and ate the dahi puri. It filled my stomach so much that I could barely walk to the metro station. But it was indeed one of the finest dahi puri I’ve ever had. I have yet to eat the Pav Bhaji, but I will, one of these days.


The puris were filled to the maximum capacity with potatoes, and so much more, and there were two layers of the green, spicy chutney and the sweet tamarind-and-jaggery sauce. It was like an explosion of flavours in my mouth, even if I had to cut the puris in half just so I could fit them in my mouth. I also loved the fact that they julienned carrots and beetroots (which is personally don’t like) and they actually added flavour.

Will definitely go back to eat the pav bhaji. Here is the link for the whereabouts of the place.

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Three Years.

Today marks the third anniversary of my blogging life.

I didn’t think I’d make it this far. There were times I thought, “Chuck it, who cares? Nobody reads my blog, anyway,” but then I think, I care. I’m the one who’s writing and blogging. I’m writing and blogging for me. I’m sitting at my computer and writing/typing because I want to. I need to. It isn’t just an outlet for me, it’s part of my social life in cyber space. Looking at all the views on the map and realizing, “I didn’t even know this country existed!” to looking at the zero’s on my stats, I’ve seen it all. I’ve tried to beat myself in all aspects, and sometimes, I couldn’t. I’m still trying, though.

I’ve changed a lot since the 2nd-anniversary post. Not physically, because I pretty much look the same since maybe 8th standard in school. But I’ve changed as a person. I’ve learned to value plenty of things in life that I took for granted. I’m going to do things that I’d never thought I’d do, and haven’t done the things that I wanted to. I’ve done things that I didn’t know I could. I’ve discovered myself, over and over again. I’ve discovered that I’m a closeted introvert, and I’m more confident about my opinions. I can draw and paint better since last year, and I think I got better in writing, a tiny bit only. But that’s also progress. I’ve evolved and become a little more diverse in reading, and I’m absolutely towards non-judging people based on their appearance. When they open their mouths and talk, it’s a whole different story.

My blogging has also evolved. I try to put up more quality posts than just posts for the sake of it, as a result of which, I’ve not reached my 300 posts-milestone yet. Soon.

I’ve watched two K-drama. Plenty of movies and I’m not done yet. I don’t know why I love doing this, but I do. I can’t stop. I’ve blogged even when I was really busy during my dissertation and term paper, and I can’t seem to stop. Not that I want to, anyway.

Let’s make it to 4, and let’s hope I’m in a different city, living the life away from home.

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Me. Acting.

I was walking to class one afternoon, after drinking my usual tea. It was a normal day, little sunnier than it was that whole week, but otherwise, it didn’t feel any different, only, I was wearing all blue (with a new dark blue top). This guy, who looked like he was in his late twenties or early thirties, came up to me. I took off my headphones and smiled at him, unsure of what he was going to ask.

He introduced himself, saying his name was Siddharth (something) was a director and he asked me if I was interested in acting.

I bit back a laugh. I tried so hard, but I smiled with eyes that I hope conveyed the message. I told him, “No, no, I am so sorry. I can’t act.” And I told him if there was any other way I could help him, I’d do it. We exchanged numbers, and we went our own separate ways.

I felt a bit bad, though. I know how hard it is to direct a movie and this guy was for sure an indie director. I just hope he gets to make his film, and become a name in the sandalwood industry.

I also used this story to make Parvathi laugh the other day. I have no idea why he approached me, and while I felt really strangely honoured, it was also quite funny because, seriously, I cannot act. Maybe to save my life I can lie a bit, but not act. Not put on a fresh face and wear a new character per project.

Posted in Me, Writing

She Was Pretty

AKA “He became Pretty“. And “She was Pretty; he was not“. And maybe even, “She Realized Pretty On the Outside is Nothing if you aren’t happy“. But this becomes too long.

My dear Parvathi recommended this drama to me and I will forever be grateful for her and her recs. Especially this one.

K-drama is starting to become like my experiment with flavoured tea. Each one is better than the last, and indeed, She Was Pretty is so far my favourite of them all. This was absolutely brilliant. I had fun watching every single episode, and the last three were the death of me.

I understand that there are a lot of people out there who think that all love and contemporary stories, irrespective of what form they come under, whether shows, books, or movies, are the same, and one can’t expect anything different. I’ve felt that way myself countless number of times, and each time, I’ve been surprised. What I’ve come to realize is that the story may be the same genre or the same plot, but it all depends on how one is narrating the story. That’s what makes me love contemporary and love stories so amazing and that’s mostly why I love them. Also, there’s the importance given to the characters and their development. Their self-discovery is one of the major features of such stories, and they are nothing, if not inspiring, in the least.

This story is a little complicated. We have Kim Hye Jin, who used to be best friends with this chubby boy called Seong Joon something. Kim Hye Jin was very pretty kind-hearted and they were best friends. This friendship evolves into love, and Seong Joon leaves the country. Fast-forward 15 years later. On the night of her best friend Min Ha Ri’s birthday, she receives an email from Seong Joon saying he was in Korea and wanted to meet her. She’s very excited. But also scared. She’s not the beautiful girl that she once used to be. So what is she going to do?

Yes, there is a love triangle, well, more like a love quadrangle, but trust me, it isn’t the least bit annoying.

This is the basic story. It gets more and more amazing as the story progresses and it is amazing how powerful each episode is, in terms of narrating the story. There are so many different emotions that I went through watching this show, only 16 episodes long. There are surprises in every corner, anger and frustration lurking about, sadness in the background and happiness throughout, sometimes veiled, sometimes bare and out in the open. This is one drama for an emotional-comedy mess like me.

There are two songs that I absolutely love, and they’re played in almost every episode. Both are brilliant and I shall look for them at once.


I will begin with the characters.

Our main character, Kim Hye Jin, is amazing. After Seong Joon leaves, her family goes bankrupt, and her lifestyle also changes. She was still the same kind-hearted girl, only who became a woman, but she’s seen hardship. She’s seen it with her best friend Seong Joon, and later, her other best friend Min Ha Ri. I love her. She’s eccentric, enthusiastic and full of energy and life. I loved her. Everyone who’s ever met her has loved her.

Min Ha Ri is the quintessential rich girl who hangs out with changes men like clothes. But her love for Hye Jin is so pure and raw that it moved me. Even when they were on the verge of not being friends, a result of Ha Ri lying to Hey Jin, a huge lie in that, she still apologized and went back to being friends, closer than ever, because it is all about forgiving. She is so understanding and loving and becomes strong in the end that I love her and all her high heeled shoes. She patches things up with her step mother, which becomes an eye-opener for her, and she changes her life drastically.

Seong Joon 15 years later is as cute as when he was 15 years before. I love his hands, and his hair, his stupid undercut hair, when it flips down, it makes him look younger and more innocent. His and Hye Jin’s relationship 15 years later, when they get together is too much cuteness for me to handle. And I’m not just saying this. My cuteness bar is quite high and they’ve reached it. They’re as cute as puppies.

Now here’s the love of my life: Kim Shin Hyuk. This guy was the ultimate death of my and Parvathi. He is hilarious, he is cute, he is sexy, he is sassy and he is amazing, overall. He also has a secret identity, that is revealed in the end, and somehow, it all fits. He can speak really good English, as he was brought up in America (adopted by an American couple) and every time he spoke in English, I felt tingles all over. The way he falls in love with Hye Jin is so mesmerizing. He seems annoying at first, but then he becomes very endearing. And you can’t help fall in love with this character. Just thinking about him makes me feel all gooey and mushy inside. There was a moment where Hye Jin had to choose between him and Seong Joon, and when Shin Hyuk says, “Give me a chance too?” I just died. It was adorable and heartbreaking at the same time.

Hye Jin, Shin Hyuk, and Seong Joon work together in the office of The Most magazine, and the office people are really cool. My favourite among them was Sunbae Cha (I don’t know her actual name), who becomes the deputy editor-in-chief at the end of the show. She is so pretty and strong willed. I feel like I’ve seen her before somewhere. Anyway, I loved her. She doesn’t like cheesy stuff, but even then, she lets Hye Jin hug her for a few seconds before pushing her away. I think that is absolutely sweet.

No other drama has ever made me feel like this. At one point, I thought I’d combust because I feeling so much happiness all at once. 16 episodes just go by in a snap.

Posted in Environmental Rant, Me, Post crossing, Weekend Coffee Share, Writing

Weekend Coffee Share #16

The last Weekend Coffee Share I put was in May. May. I haven’t been all that busy but the thing is that, I don’t realize the importance of time when I’m this free. I just loiter away time doing mindless things like play Super Mario or Solitaire, when I could study the present course (Gender and Sexuality), study Indian Polity or even Japanese. But nooo.

Instead, I wake up at 10, eat breakfast, sit and do nothing till 2, when I have to have lunch and leave for class at 4 in Rajajinagar. The only good thing about Rajajinagar is how I’ve discovered this fabulous place which sells flavoured tea. I’ve had two so far, Mango and chocolate, and there are so many more types! After I have had all of them, I plan on writing an elaborate post. Hopefully, next weekend will be it.

I come home at around 7 in the evening. I finish my work for the day (newspaper notes and whatnot) and then after dinner, I watch something. My ongoing K-drama currently is She Was Pretty, recommended to me by the lovely Parvathi (who is currently in another city from me and having a good college life) and I only have 5 more episodes to finish. I’m freaking loving it.

Then the cycle starts all over again.

Yesterday was Ganesha Chaturthi, and it was quite low-key for us this year, because not too many people came to visit our house.

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The tradition is that we keep an idol of Ganesha, preferably made from clay, and we perform a puja for it. at the end of the day, or end of three days, or however long you want to keep it, we submerge it in a body of water. The story is that Ganesha goes back home to his mother after you’ve had him in your house as a guest.

And this year, there have been so many new types of Ganesha, in the name of creating awareness and lake clean up, including a charcoal Ganesha and seed-ball Ganesha. Pappa was skeptical about them, so went with our good old fashioned, clay Ganesha, with no paint. We’d been buying from this called Raghu for years now, and each year, the idols are as beautiful as ever.

I have no idea what I did for the past few months, especially June and July. I had something to do starting August, but otherwise, nothing. I had decided to make postcards for the Bookstagram community, but I’m failing miserably to do so. I did make a few cards, however, for the Postcrossing Society of India, and they’ve loved it. I met with some of them last Saturday, and I had fun! There are loads of opportunities for printing my designs. I don’t think I can print them, at any rate, but let’s see. I’m open to options.

Let’s see, what else?

I had met up with a few friends on my friend Salka’s birthday. And after that, on Independence day, Smriti left for Wageningen, the Netherlands, for her higher studies. Prince sent me a postcard with a cryptogram message, which I have to crack now, for which I have less than 0% ability. Let’s see. He sent me an easy one, apparently, so I shall try it soon.


Too much excitement to take a solid picture. 


The only good thing to come out of August was my weekly planning layouts. I started with a theme and developed on it. August was all grey and black, because of the monsoons. It has rained almost every night for the past two weeks. I also started a Daily Writing Planner, where I write everyday, 500 words. It went great for a few days, and I stuck to the routine, but then it fell away unceremoniously.

My best friend from school has started her masters after securing 1st rank in her final year!! I’m going to see her so much lesser. And Sam is also starting her masters in Conservation Future from September 4th. They are all growing up and I’m still here. Hopefully not for long.

August, September, and October call for a lot of festivals, so Akka has been home a lot. I’m happy that she is because I’ve missed her. On the 22nd of August, it was Howie D’s (of the Backstreet Boys) birthday, and usually, VH1 hosts a show playing all the music videos of the band. They do this for most singer/band member’s birthday, and this time, I’m glad I saw it early. I watched it with Amma, who, well, kept making fun of the videos, but I sang it out loud all alone. It was quite sad, because my sister is my singing partner, especially when it comes to the Backstreet Boys. God knows how it’ll be when I move away to study or when she gets married. She doesn’t want me to go, but I need to. For me.

I was also trying to make her jealous. She was stuck in her office, bored out of her head, and I sat all by myself and sang the Backstreet Boys’ songs.

My Japanese learning is going quite badly. I had been too distracted to study for a while, and I’m trying to get back on track. It’s not very hard, but I need proper dedication for it. Which I lack, at the moment.

Before this “break” started, I had so many plans, and I haven’t followed a single one of them. And I sort of like where this year is going. Also sort of not. I’m just becoming a lazier bug, and nobody can help that but me.


Posted in Bengaluru, Environmental Rant, Me

The rain and the unpredictable people

It was the night Lord Krishna was born. By tradition and belief, it was said that night had to rain. In the legends, it rained so hard that it almost flooded.

That was in Mathura.

In Bengaluru, it also rained. It also flooded. The only difference was that no babies were born in the Parappana Agrahara jail. Or so I hope.


Since Monday, it has been raining almost everyday. It rained all through the night on Monday, leaving Tuesday morning, Independence day, a very bleak and gloomy and cloudy day. It rained so hard that night, that half of Bengaluru was submerged. Water flooded in houses;  roads disappeared and commuters stood knee-deep in scum and rain water. The weather got really cool; one might argue that it is tending towards cold, but the people haven’t shut up about how the water has flooded into their homes and destroyed it all.

And where were their houses? Lake beds and storm water drains. So who’s really at fault here?

The weather has gotten so nice that you can’t get out of the house with a scarf and a light sweater if you’re walking. I took the Metro train to the GPO on Saturday afternoon, and the clouds over my area looked so amazing.

Bengaluru people are a funny lot. They are as unpredictable as the weather in the city, and the people change from road to road, area to area, just like the weather. If it’s raining, part of the city is enjoying, sitting inside their homes and sipping hot coffees and eating hot hot bajjis; another part of the road is cussing the rains gods in a variety of slangs from various languages across the country. If you’re at the office, you’ll look worriedly out the glass wall and think that you’re going to get home no earlier than 9 in the night.

Picture credits to my best friend Divya!

I really had fun writing this rant.

Posted in Movies, Writing

Tinker Bell series

There are totally 6 movies in the whole of the Disney Fairies franchise, and all of them are really fun to watch, even if you’re 20 and currently have nothing else to do in life.

Tinkerbell first appeared in Peter Pan, and from there, Disney decided to create a whole new set of toons and a whole new world of Fairies. In 2008, when this world was in progress for the first Tinkerbell movie, one issue of the Disney Adventures magazine (yes, it was real; they stopped it in 2010, I think. No idea why. More on that later.) contained the whole overview of the world of Fairies and it was one of the best issues ever. All the main fairies, friends of Tinkerbell were introduced and that’s how I know them so well. These movies are a treat to the eyes. I even have the VCD of the first movie to watch it at home (back when DVD players were in) and I always kept imagining myself as a fairy in Pixie Hollow. What type of fairy, I’m not sure, but definitely friends with Tinkerbell.

Tinkerbell (2008) was the first of the Disney Fairies movies. I think this movie created a revolution because there is no other movie (except perhaps Finding Nemo) that is so rich and so full of life with colours and brightness and happiness. I loved the first one. We couldn’t get enough of Tink and her friends and we so wanted to go on more adventures with them.

While Tinkerbell was all about the birth of fairies, and the story of Tinkerbell and how she adapted herself into Pixie Hollow, the second movie, Tinkerbell and the Lost Treasure (2009) was just one of her big adventures, featuring her friend Terence, a dust fairy. This was really fun.

Tinkerbell and the Great Fairy Rescue (2010) is the first time we see the fairies interact with humans. We already know from Peter Pan that we can’t hear what the fairies say. just jingling sounds, and Tink befriending a human girl is just amazing. And her friends trying to rescue her was the sweetest thing ever.

And after this, I think the makers just kept adding on to the story as it went, because if they had planned all the movies, then there would’ve been some connection in the previous movies.

For example, in the movie Secret of the Wings (2012), we find out more about wings of fairies (duh). But we also see that there are Spring Fairies, Summer Fairies, Winter Fairies and Autumn Fairies. I think Tink and the gang belong to the Summer Fairies, under Queen Clarion. Tink finds her sister in this. The magic behind it all is so beautifully woven together. And the joy of having found a sister was so apparent in both Tink’s and Peri’s (Periwinkle, a frost fairy) faces that it just melted my heart. We also find out more about Queen Clarion, and it is quite the shocker. Rosetta keeps flirting with this frost fairy, and it is so hilarious!

The Pirate Fairy (2014) was quite interesting, and the funniest among them all. This movie gives us insights on two things: Pixie dust and its chemistry, and the origin of Captain Hook. There might be another back story of Captain Hook somewhere, but this was satisfying enough as Tom Hiddleston voiced Hook. It was funny, and a feast for the eyes. I adored this movie.

Tinkerbell and the Legend of the Neverbeast (2015). It should’ve been Fawn and the legend of the Neverbeast, but anyway. If you don’t like movies like Hachiko (which I’ve never watched) or Eight Below (which I have watched), do not watch this movie. It might be animated, but it will crush your heart into pieces mercilessly. And this was the best Tinkerbell movie ever. I’m so glad they finished it off with this, but at the same time, I feel like strangling the story writers. Akka and I watched this two nights ago, and from the second half onwards, she cried non-stop. I teared up mostly (me and my stone cold heart) but I also cried in the end. It reminded me of the Pokemon movies, Jirachi: Wishmaker and Heroes: Latios and Latias (though not as tragic).

One of the reasons why I love this “franchise” is that there is so much potential for music, and there is beautiful music all over the movies, for extra effects and such, but nobody just randomly breaks out into a song just because they felt like it, unlike some other Disney movies that I know.

The Tinkerbell movies mainly focuses on friendship and it is so amazing to watch people from all over the place, who so different from one another, to become friends. I think I love it mainly because of that, and also because I have great friends who are so different from me, we just click. I want more movies featuring every one of the characters as MCs. We have Silvermist, a water fairy; Fawn, an animal fairy; Iridessa, a light fairy; Rosetta, a flower fairy; Vidia, a wind/fast flying fairy; and our Tinkerbell, a tinker fairy. I can’t choose a favourite, because they are all so amazing in their own way. Silvermist and Rosetta are funny while Fawn and Tink are rebels. Iridessa is mostly cute, and Vidia is. . . practical. So, there’s no point in choosing one fairy, because they all make up the franchise which we all love.

  1. Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
  2. Pinocchio
  3. Fantasia
  4. Dumbo
  5. Bambi
  6. Saludos Amigos
  7. Victory Through Air Power
  8. The Three Caballeros
  9. Make Mine Music
  10. Song of the South
  11. Fun and Fancy Free
  12. Melody Time
  13. The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad
  14. Cinderella
  15. Alice in Wonderland
  16. Peter Pan
  17. Lady and the Tramp
  18. Sleeping Beauty
  19. One Hundred and One Dalmatians
  20. The Sword in the Stone
  21. The Jungle Book
  22. The Aristocats
  23. Robin Hood
  24. The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh
  25. The Rescuers
  26. The Fox and the Hound
  27. The Black Cauldron
  28. The Great Mouse Detective
  29. Who Framed Roger Rabbit?
  30. Oliver and Company
  31. The Little Mermaid
  32. DuckTales the Movie
  33. The Rescuers Down Under
  34. Beauty and the Beast
  35. Aladdin
  36. The Nightmare Before Christmas
  37. The Lion King
  38. A Goofy Movie
  39. Pocahontas
  40. Toy Story
  41. James and the Giant Peach
  42. The Hunchback of Notre Dame
  43. Hercules
  44. Mulan
  45. A Bug’s Life
  46. Doug’s 1st Movie
  47. Tarzan
  48. Toy Story 2
  49. Fantasia 2000
  50. The Tigger Movie
  51. Dinosaur
  52. The Emperor’s New Groove
  53. Recess: School’s Out
  54. Atlantis: The Lost Empire
  55. Monsters, Inc.
  56. Return to Neverland
  57. Lilo and Stitch
  58. Spirited Away
  59. Treasure Planet
  60. The Jungle Book 2
  61. Piglet’s Big Movie
  62. Finding Nemo
  63. Brother Bear
  64. Teacher’s Pet
  65. Home on the Range
  66. The Incredibles
  67. Pooh’s Heffalump Movie
  68. Howl’s moving Castle
  69. Valiant
  70. Chicken Little
  71. Bambi II
  72. The Wild
  73. Cars
  74. Meet the Robinsons
  75. Ratatouille
  76. WALL-E
  77. Tinker Bell
  78. Roadside Romeo
  79. Bolt
  80. Up
  81. Ponyo
  82. Tinker Bell and the Lost Treasure
  83. A Christmas Carol
  84. The Princess and the Frog
  85. Toy Story 3
  86. Tales from Earthsea
  87. Tangled
  88. Gnomeo and Juliet
  89. Mars Needs Moms
  90. Cars 2
  91. Winnie the Pooh
  92. The Secret World of Arietty
  93. Arjun: the Warrior Prince
  94. Brave
  95. Secret of the Wings
  96. Frankenweenie
  97. Wreck-It Ralph
  98. Monsters University
  99. Planes
  100. Frozen
  101. The Pirate Fairy
  102. The Wind Rises
  103. Planes: Fire and Rescue
  104. Big Hero 6
  105. Strange Magic
  106. Tinker Bell and the Legend of the Neverbeast
  107. Inside Out 
  108. The Good Dinosaur
  109. Zootopia
  110. Finding Dory
  111. Moana

That’s 45 out of 111. Onto more!