The Beauty And The Beast Book Tag

beauty and the beast tag

 

So Nut Free Nerd had left an open nomination for this one, and this challenge sounded SO cute that I HAD to do it. Thanks, Holly! And thanks to Amber Elise at Du Livre for creating this one!

Surprisingly, I’ve neither watched the animated movie nor the live-action one that everyone’s in love with. These last two years have been quite hectic, and the next two seem to continue in that vein, so I’ll have to find time to watch them 😦

Now for the fun part.

villain

A villain you can’t help but love.

sword of summer

Loki from Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard series ( *confession* TOM HIDDLESTON’S GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS *end of confession*).

I’ve always empathised with Loki – his conflicting morals, his inferiority complex, his raging passions…. I’ve always felt that his punishment for killing Balder was too harsh. And have I mentioned how cool shape-shifting is?

OTP

 

Your OTP. 

half-blood prince

This is easily the hardest question, because I ship most characters with myself 😛

But after a few centuries of thought, I can say that I thoroughly ship Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks (S.S Wotcher Wolvie or Ronks).

This is a thoroughly disputed ship – many have called out on Remus for being selfish and too drowned in self-pity to have actually reciprocated Tonks’ love wholly. And they may be right.

But the fact still remains that their love is redeeming – Tonks saved Remus from what could have been a descent into darkness and despair; and he stabilises her wildfire personality. It’s sad that their love had to end in tragedy, but thank God for Teddy Lupin.

destined for bigger things

A character that’s destined for bigger things.

home and the world

Bimala from Tagore’s The Home and the World. Let’s be honest, EVERY character in this book was destined for greater things. But Bimala stands out. Her transformation from a woman who worshiped the dust of her husband’s feel (literally) to a firebrand personification of Bharat Mata was just awe-inspiring. Had it not been for this book’s ambiguous ending, I’m sure we would have seen some greater magic being cast by Tagore.

 

 

food

A book that makes you hungry. 

a little princess

Umm. This question was hard because I always munch on something while reading, so that I don’t need to get up to fetch a snack (#lazy bookworm problems). But Frances Hodgson Burnett’s A Little Princess ends up warming my heart and making me a little hungry because of all the mentions of food in it.

So many feasts, so many secret feasts, so many happy feasts…. *sigh* Time to grab a snack, I guess.

 

opposites attract

Opposites attract.

the hunger games

Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark.

One bakes bad guys while the other bakes bread (bad one, I know).

One is the Girl on Fire –  stubborn and determined. The other is gentle and steady.

One speaks her mind while the other weighs his words carefully before utterance.

‘Nuff said.


I tag whoever is reading this!

What are your reasons for watching Beauty And The Beast? What books would you have chosen for these questions? And is there any way of freeing up a busy schedule? *cries*

Let me know in the comments below!

 

 

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“Not Like Other Girls”

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You know that scene in almost every movie where the male protagonist looks deeply into a girl’s eyes and says, “You know, you are not like other girls,” and the girl takes it as a COMPLIMENT?

What is wrong with the ‘other girls’ you speak of?

They wear make-up and go to parties!!! OMG, so shallow!!!

So what? Is it wrong for a person to make a conscious effort to look good and socialise with others? Is it even more wrong than putting people down? Is it an even bigger crime than bullying?

Why are girls who party and wear make-up put down as shallow?

BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT CONFORMING TO PATRIARCHAL STEREOTYPES ABOUT GOOD GIRLS.

By constantly enforcing that ‘other girls’ are dumb, giggling creatures who only know how to flirt, you are putting down the women who fought for your rights. You are putting down women who have survived horrific cases of sexual assault and rape and still remain brave. You are putting down women who have gone beyond the call of duty to save lives. You are putting down your own mothers, sisters, aunts, nieces, cousins and daughters.

You are letting patriarchy win. You are letting them divide and conquer us.

false sense of entitlement

By making girls feel inherently ashamed to be a girl because ‘girls are catty drama queens’ (a stereotype created by media), patriarchy is trying to drive home the untruth that boys are better than girls.

 

Here’s what being like ‘other girls’ means. It means that you are kind, smart, warm, funny and a responsible person. Because this is what I’ve observed ‘other girls’ to be like.

Is it really such a bad thing to be like ‘other girls’? Think about it.

me and other girls

Every time you are tempted to tell, ‘I am not like other girls,’ remember that you are an ‘other girl’ to someone else.


 

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Just A Small Rant

via Daily Prompt: Instinct

I don’t share my grief with people.

Call it instinct. Or call it pride.

Show of sympathy by others when I’m grieving is just that – a show. “I understand what you’ve been through…” No, you don’t. You are just trying to make me feel better, which I appreciate, but the words you speak are as genuine as Donald Trump’s tan.

When I’m grieving, leave me to myself. If you want to help, make a cup of tea.

Don’t give me the “There is a life after death”, “It was meant to be” bullshit. Please.

I may not be an adult, but that doesn’t mean you need to dumb down serious things like death for me. If it hurts, it hurts. No two ways about it.

I like my tablets like I like my words – without sugarcoating.

 

Altered

index

 

Strange, how I never saw you

For who you were

And you never saw me

For who I was.

But still.

Your elegant handwriting

Is imprinted in my mind.

Like leaves between the pages

Of a book that was left behind.

But still.

The sounds the keypad made

When I dialled your number

Ring as fresh and familiar

As the rhythm of my heart.

But still.

Your jibes, your taunts,

Your needs, your wants

Get drowned in the memory

Of your tinkling laughter.

Really.

Strange, how time can make

Hell seem beautiful

As if it were viewed through

Rose-tinted glasses.

 

The Fun In Funeral

“When I die,” she declared, “you’ll understand why there is ‘fun’ in funeral.”

Carefree words spoken laughingly by a teenager.

Sixty years later, I was standing at her funeral.

I caught snippets of formal conversation.

“Aye, she was a lovely woman. Always had a kind word for everyone.”

“She lived a long and fulfilling life, God bless her soul.”

A solemn looking boy stood up. He must have been about fifteen, with sorrow making untimely creases on his face.

“My grandmother had a last wish,” he spoke, as everyone in the room perked up at his voice. “Would everybody please gather around the ice-box please? I’d rather tell it all to you so that she can see…” Here, he sniffed and wiped his nose with a tissue “…I kept my promise.”

Many obliging murmurs now. Piqued, I followed suit.

“Here, in this box, lies the best woman I ever knew. And her last wish was…”

He was cut short by a sudden onslaught of…was that blues music?

And was that coming from the ice-box?

“I want to break free! I want to breeeeak free!”

I wasn’t able to hear the rest of the song as it was muted out by the shrill screams of fear coming from the younger women in the room.

It hadn’t sunk in yet to the older people in the room. Their eyes had just popped out, their jaws were slack open, and they were shaking in fear.

Judging by the pandemonium, I could safely say that we’d probably be needing a few more ice-boxes soon.

The ‘solemn’ boy was crying his eyes out in laughter.

“Did you see that, Mom? Best thing I’ve done all my life! Oh, Grandma would’ve LOVED this!”

Well, at least I had expected something of that sort here. She wasn’t someone who would go back on her word, however casually made.


A few weeks later, I visited her house again. Things had pretty much sobered up there after her prank with the ice-box. It was a memorial service today.

The officiating priest had already begun speaking.

“Despite her light-hearted nature and her unfortunate impulse to play pranks on people…even when she was dead” Here, he glared at her grandson, whose laughing eyes were just like his grandmother’s, “…she was a wonderful lady and will be remembered. Peace be with all of us.”

A few sniffs were heard. Some heads shook darkly at her irreverence. Death was no laughing matter.

“Consolations can be offered at the lemon tree beneath which her ashes are buried,” a professional-looking woman showed the way.

A few of us rose to offer our prayers to the departed soul. She was our childhood friend, after all, and who could tell whether I’ll have the chance to come here again?

“May your soul rest in peace, my dear” I said, and stepped towards the tree, as the tangy smell of lemons overcame me. In her typical fashion, she had an X marked at the spot where her ashes had to be buried.

Oops.

Music blared from all the trees.

“Ha ha ha ha, stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive! Ha ha ha ha, stayin’ aliiiiiiiiiiiive!”

Well, she definitely had fun at her funeral.

Can’t say the same for the woman who fainted at both the occasions though.


So hey, that’s my lame attempt at a comeback after months of silence. School sure can get tiring!

Oh, and the songs? “I Want To Break Free” is by Queen and “Stayin’ Alive” is by the Bee Gees. Lots of love to you if you see the connection.

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