Category Archives: Best loved fictional characters

Books, movies and I

Is there anything more satisfying than bullying a bully? For that pleasure alone, if I had to choose a film character to play, I would pick Matilda Wormwood from Matilda.

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You know her, right? From Roald Dahl’s novel, if not from the film of the same name?

I fell in love with the idea of this little girl standing up to the biggest bully of them all – Thrunchbull, the evil headmistress who would grab girls by their pigtails and fling them away or pick boys up by their curly mops and drop them down without batting an eyelid.

Oh she was brave. However, that is just one of the reasons why I would like to be her. Matilda was a prodigy. She was a self-taught reader and found her way to the library when she was just four. I love her love for books. At four she was reading Dickens, Thomas Hardy, Hemingway, Kipling and Austen. That image of a tiny girl sitting with a book almost as large as herself, a glass of hot chocolate by her side, lost in the pleasure of reading is just  adorable.

I could do with some of her telekinetic powers too. The wonderfully exaggerated, over the top, typically Roald Dahl film where good, well and truly, trounces evil would be a dream to be in.

The other choice (which would actually have been my first choice if I hadn’t already spoken to death about it) is Kathleen Kelly from You’ve Got Mail – the sweet, self-deprecating Storybook lady. I love her. I love everything about her. Her passion for books and reading, her cosy little Shop Around the Corner, her story-telling sessions, her personal connect with kids… just everything. I love that she finds it difficult to be nasty, even to people she quite dislikes. That’s a lot like me. Yeah I’d definitely want to play Kathleen Kelly.

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That she bumps into a handsome, funny, rich, book-shop owner would only be a cherry on a  cake that was perfect already.

Rather coincidentally, the book she’s reading out to the kids during the story-telling session in the film, is by Roald Dahl.

Which film character would you like to play?

If you want to check out some more fun posts hop on across to Jaibala’s blog. She picked Hermione and Katniss, by the way, two of my other favourites.

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Tweaking the tales

heart.jpgIf I had a wish to wish for me
I’d go on quite a wishing spree.
I’d ask to get into my favourite tales
Just to make sure they stick to the rails.
A little tweak here, a gentle twist there
And I’d save people from much despair.

When I’d see Romeo at Juliet’s grave
I’d jump right there in time for a save.
And “Thus with a kiss I die” as he says
And to his lips the poison raise,
Stop! Will you! She’s alive, I’d cry
There really is no need for you to die.

And when Darcy’s making his darned proposal
The one that earned Lizzy’s disapproval.
Tread here with plenty of care, I’d advise him
For goodness sake don’t be condescending.
Let your heart talk, the one that loves her
Lose your pride, that really bugs her.

When Scarlett is abandoned by Rhett all alone
I’d tell her he’d be back, he wasn’t all gone.
And while I’m there I’d give her a shake –
It’s him you love though he might be a rake.
Look carefully, will you open your eyes?
it was never Ashley, it’s Rhett who’s your prize .

Perhaps I’d drop by Jeeves for a chat
I’d tell him all my tales and hope for a pat.
He’d give his wise head a supercilious shake
Unimpressed he’d say, ‘That’s a piece of cake’.
Don’t want to spoil your congratulatory party
But I’ve been doing this for years for Bertie.

That’s true of course, his case he does rest,
As a setter-righter of things he’s the best.
All along this time that’s exactly what I’ve wished for
I want to be Jeeves to my favourite characters.

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It’s Day 6 of the #BarAThon Challenge from 1st to 7th August 2016.
The prompt for today is ‘Wishful Thinking’.

I am with Team #CrimsonRush

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Also linking to  Mackenzie at Reflections from Me

Z is for Zoya Singh Solanki

Though Z is the last letter of the alphabet this is the first post I wrote for this series only because I completely love Zoya Singh Solanki.

It was love at first read. If you haven’t bumped into her go pick up a copy of The Zoya Factor by Anuja Singh Chauhan – one of the best ever chicklits I’ve read. If you’re a self-respecting, cricketer loving Indian girl, I guarantee you’ll love the book and of course Zoya. Even if you’re not, you might find yourself laughing out loud as you read this one. I know because I did.

Zoya works for an advertising agency and the general consensus about her appearance is that she’s ‘cute’.  She’s got a mane of curly black hair down to her back and that’s about the only redeeming factor of her appearance, according to her self-critical eye. However it’s the ‘cuteness’ that stands out. Her boss puts is pretty succinctly when he says, “Looking at your cheeks makes my thumb and index finger sort of spasm – I want to squeeze em and squeeze em and squeeze em till they pop.” Her brother has nicknamed her ‘gaalu’ (loosely meaning ‘cheeks’)

You get the picture?

She’s not too happy with this description though, as she says, “it’s okay when you’re a moppet in red corduroy dungarees…. Not so good when you’re a working woman… twenty-seven years old to boot”. People should be more interested in squeezing your butt by then, she feels.

Zoya was born on 25th June 1983 at the exact time that India lifted the cricket world cup. Whenever she backs a cricket team it always wins, always – or so it’s widely believed. It’s time for next world cup. The media is going wild promoting her as the team’s lucky mascot and the Indian Board for Cricket insists she accompany the team to Australia for the matches but the captain of the Indian team doesn’t quite like the idea. And that’s where the fun begins.

I love her because..

  • She’s the cutest, funniest most down to earth heroine with a bundle of imperfections that make her ever more endearing. She obsesses about being cool, moreso because she lives in the most uncool part of Delhi – Karol Bagh and she loves it too.
  • She thinks in Hinglsih.
  • She is movie-star hungry. Her heart beats for SRK (Just like mine) and she’s not beyond enjoying a glimpse of his ‘toasty brown midriff’.
  • She doesn’t notice cars. The best description she can come up with is (it was silver-coloured and longish-looking. That’s me! me! me!) And this was what she thought was SRK’s car.
  • She doesn’t know much about cricket but does notice that the captain has a ‘cute butt’.
  • She’s a self-confessed fireworks freak – a result of firework boom on her birthday since India won the World Cup.

She’s totally adorable. I wish someone would hurry up and put her in a film.

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Linking up to ABC Wednesday for the letter Z.

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Yertle the Turtle

Do you know Yertle the Turtle? That self-centred turtle who made his throne out of his fellowmen.. err fellow turtles?

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If you don’t, well here’s his story:

Yertle was the king of turtles, king of all he could see. One day he decided that from his seat on a stone he couldn’t see too much hence his kingdom was too small. So he ordered nine turtles to stack up one on top of the other. He would sit on them and look further and so make his kingdom grow.

Of course he wouldn’t be satisfied with that and so more turtles were ordered to stack up to raise him higher and higher. Finally, the turtle right at the bottom of the pile , poor little Mac, complained of the load. But Yertle didn’t care. He saw the moon and ranted at it because it was higher then him. Then tired Mac gave one little burp and the turtles all come crashing down along with King Yertle.

The author

If you haven’t guessed already by the quirky name, that poem-story is done by the famous Theodor Geisel. What? Don’t know him? You may know him as Dr Seuss (who, for the record, wasn’t a doctor at all!).

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So what do you think of Yertle the Turtle? A nasty piece of work, he was, wasn’t he? Seuss confessed he was a take on Hitler.

He didn’t care for anyone or anything save for expanding his kingdom. So drunk is he with his power, so focussed on what he wanted that he lost all rationality. he couldn’t even perceive a threat to his power.

And he was a fascist. He wouldn’t stand even a tiny bit of dissent, just like Hitler. Mac wasn’t even allowed a small tiny sigh. After all he was just a ‘part of his throne’. When he dares to complain here’s what he is told

“SILENCE!” the King of the Turtles barked back.
“I’m king, and you’re only a turtle named Mack.”

Yertle is absolutely full of himself. Sample this:

I’m Yertle the Turtle! Oh, marvelous me!
For I am the ruler of all that I see!”
And all through the morning, he sat up there high
Saying over and over, “A great king am I!”

You can listen to the full poem here .

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Linking up to ABC Wednesday for the letter Y.

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Who is Mr X?

Beat About The Book

X is the letter of the week and I have a Quiz today.

Here are a few clues. Can you figure out who Mr X is? And also the book he appears in? (Just to clarify: His name does not begin with the letter X)

  1. Although the book is named after him, X’s name doesn’t appear in the title.
  2. X is the protagonist of a path-breaking novel first published privately in Florence, Italy in 1920.
  3. When it was published some 30 years later in Britain by Penguin Books, the publishers were persecuted under the Obscene Publications Act. They however came out winners on the grounds that the book was a work of ‘literary merit’.
  4. X works as a blacksmith till he runs off to join the war. Finally he ends up as a gamekeeper at a nobleman’s estate.
  5. The book talks of his affair with an upper-class woman.

 

Do leave your answers in the comments. I’ve enabled comment moderation. The answer will be up this Tuesday.

Edited to add: The character is Oliver Mellors from Lady Chatterley’s Lover by DH Lawrence. The book created quite a stir when it came out.
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Linking up to ABC Wednesday for the letter X. As always, grateful to Mrs Nesbitt for coming up with the idea for this wonderful meme.

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The Bear of Very Little Brain

There once was a little boy who had a favourite teddy bear. He named him after a real-life black bear he’d seen in a zoo and went on to add a surname borrowed from a swan. He spent many happy hours of play with the bear and a bunch of other stuffed toys.

Although he lived in London his vacations were spent in a holiday home some 50 kms away. The home overlooked a forest called the Five Hundred Acre Wood. This boy called Christopher Robin Milne became the inspiration for his father who wove a story around him and his bear friend including his other toys as well. He set it in an imaginary forest called the Hundred Acre Wood.

No clues for guessing the name of the bear. It’s the  delightfully loveable if somewhat unintelligent – Winnie the Pooh who was brought to life by by AA Milne.

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The boy was Milne’s son and the other characters –  Piglet, Tigger, Eyore, Kanga and Roo were all his toys. The only ones that Milne made up were Owl and Rabbit.

What makes Pooh as much a favourite with adults as the kids is the fact that he isn’t exceptional in any way (except perhaps that he’s yellow in colour and wears a red tee that barely covers his belly). And yet there’s something more – he has this amazing ability for friendship and a naive charm in the way spells out perfect life philosophies, inadvertently of course.  Above all he has his priorities right – a pot of honey and a friend by his side – and his life is sorted.

Here are some quotes that make me enjoy his stories

This one is just so ‘Pooh’

“When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?”
“What’s for breakfast?” said Pooh. “What do you say, Piglet?”
“I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?” said Piglet.
Pooh nodded thoughtfully. “It’s the same thing,” he said.”

This one on being different

“The things that make me different are the things that make me ME”

On valuing an individual

“Weeds are flowers too once you get to know them.”

On Friendship

“A day without a friend is like a pot without a single drop of honey”

And this one is so ‘me’

“One of the advantages of being disorganised is that one is always having surprising discoveries”

PS: Have you ever played a game of Poohsticks?

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Linking up to ABC Wednesday for the letter W, with grateful thanks to Mrs Nesbitt who get’s me writing every week.

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My mother’s husband left me when I was an unborn child in her womb. What kind of a man would do that? He isn’t much of a man at all. Does it matter that he was tricked into matrimony? My mother’s love for him must have been real for she lost the will to live when he left.  She chose to die for a man who didn’t want her rather than live for a boy who could have grown to love her.

So it came about that the two people who were supposed to love me unconditionally decided they didn’t want to. That’s how I landed up in an orphanage.

Love is a strange thing. It left me an orphan.

I never did grow to love Love. Never had need of it. Now ‘Power’ – that is something else. Power is what gets my heart beating. Heady, potent, intoxicating, empowering. Power.

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I am special – I always was. I knew that – even when I was all alone in that crummy little orphanage, even before I discovered I had special powers, before the white bearded man came to take me away to that special school. I knew I was destined to rule the world one day.

I went to the school. I won over all the teachers, except perhaps the white bearded man. I became the model student – a prefect, a head-boy. I looked and listened, asked and found, wheedled and charmed my way to seek knowledge. For knowledge is power. I learnt. I learnt all I could, secrets so sinister professors shuddered to tell, magic so potent no one dare try it. None but I. I was special. I was preparing… knowing that a time would come when I’d realise my dream – that of becoming the most powerful man on earth.

Friends, relatives, loved ones – they slow you down. I don’t want them, I have no need of them. I work best alone. But I have followers, plenty of them. They rush to do my bidding. Some come out of fear, some because they need protection and some because they want a share of my power. They swear fidelity unto death. I make sure they keep their word.

I have enemies too, I know that. Every great man does. I never forget one (I made sure my ‘father’ met his just deserts). I know they will be vicious and violent and unforgiving. They will try to kill me. But I’m ready. I’ll beat them yet. I shall be immortal. It is possible, you know. Everything is possible, if you know how. They seek my soul but never will they find it for mine is split seven times over and hidden away. Even if my body is annihilated, I shall come back, more powerful than ever.

I am unstoppable, unconquered.

I am Lord Voldemort.

Note: Just wondered what it would be like if Voldemort aka Tom Riddle ever told his story.

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Linking up to ABC Wednesday for the letter V, with grateful thanks to Mrs Nesbitt who get’s me writing every week.

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