Rohan Mishra decided he liked ice cream a lot. He thought he probably liked ice cream more than he liked mummy and felt ashamed of himself. So he put the ice cream away.
He had spent the last two days practicing his English and now knew three words. One was Banana. The other two were too hard to pronounce (but he knew them). He had been using his spare time to say Banana whenever he could. One could never practice enough.
It was a hot Saturday afternoon. The mummies were chatting and the daddies were watching cricket. 15-month-old Rohan Mishra (Golu) was lying on his back in the middle of a giant (by his standards) bed and was expressing his dissatisfaction with the general quality of life somewhat loudly. In time, his limited lung capacity wore out and he stopped for breath.
“This is most embarrasing,” he said to himself. “I can’t walk yet. As if that’s not enough, I get no respect. You would think they would pay some attention to my bawling, but no. Can things get worse?”
Calling everyone who watched The Incredibles more than once. Personally, I saw it twice in a theatre and plenty more times on DVD. There is just so much between the lines stuff in it that re-watching becomes essential. So much that could go into the sequel to the mock-superheroic.
No, I am not ignorant to the infamous likeness to the Fantastic Four. That’s just something we all will have to live with (Pixar sure did. Nobody sued them. Miracles still happen!).
A couple of days down with something you think is flu will let you insight into movies seen long ago. If you see them again, you will get brainwaves the likes of which will sweep away lesser mortals. Skycaptain and the World of Tomorrow is what I will comment on first.
For once, I was stumped. How can a movie’s technical folk be so innovative and the creative folk be so uncreative? I admit with much shame that my intuition deceived me on this. Usually, my first impressions are correct about any movie whose trailor I have been exposed to.
So in Freenagar, young Chakram Shastri decided to be a superhero. He gathered together resources, built a secret hideout, figured out custom catch phrases, worked on those facial expressions, trained hard to be able to fire quick witty comebacks to supervillains’ dangerous threats, and a lot of other superheroic stuff.
Then he got to the identity part. He had a name in mind. He was sure it would work. The name was Batman.
He groaned. Apparently, a self righteous do-gooder had already taken it. Chakram wasn’t one to persevere. But he had a way to make the name his. And it wasn’t entirely impossible. His uncle, a scientist of no repute, had once made a time machine that worked.
“I’ve noticed this thing about people who try and change the world. The world turns around and changes them right back.” — Batman in JLA Super Special, Gotham Comics, 2003
One little doubt I have about sting operations or anything else of their nature is the original inspiration. Was Operation Duryodhan the brainchild of people who were approached by those corrupt mortals we always manage to choose as our representatives in the Parliament? Or was it the engineers of sting operations who came up with the idea of paying them to ask questions in the House? Perhaps they thought bringing out the fallibility of human nature every now and then is a healthy thing to do?