RIGMAROLE VOL VIII


(Continued from - Rigmarole Vol. VII)


Colorius knew this wasn't going to be easy. The voice only grew louder and shriller as he and his companions approached the castle and the bastion of it's chief occupant. There was only so much more  they could cover before they absolutely would be stopped by the wizard's personal guards, each of whom possessed special magical powers. Colorius knew better than to risk himself and his friends to the wrath of those wands, and therefore approached slowly and cautiously. 

"There, Twerp. You see those eight flights of stairs. They were once the pathway to my palace and it's various splendid  and magnificent quarters.  Now, each one leads to a dark, murky space wherein reside the conquests of my father and the evil spells he's cast. Maybe that's where he locked her and...  "


"Twerp? Twerp are you listening?"


Twerp meanwhile looked around as if he were surprised, amazed, disoriented and dazzled, all at once. Sure he'd been to lands far away and seen the glory and brilliance of the 'world outside', but never before had his eyes seen such grandeur and opulence. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief. No fairy or wizard tale ever written or told could match up to what his eyes were witnessing. He could hear Half Pint murmuring something from down there, but he couldn't get himself to listen, and instead pleaded Mikros to let him stand on the other hand so he could get a closer look at some stairs that seemed to be floating.  


"WERE MY ORDERS NOT CLEAR? I DEMAND AN EXPLANATION! NOW!!! " The voice was now near. Nearer than they'd wanted it to be. 


Colorius stopped dead in his tracks, Mikros  missed a step and almost dropped Twerp to the ground. Twerp held on to Mikros's pocket for dear life. 


There was no escaping now. Even with Mikros about the height of the ceiling in the palace, Colorius knew his father would still be the most daunting person in that room. 


He gathered all courage and stepped ahead. 




TO BE CONTINUED... 

The one for sacrifices made..

A song that never, never fails to make me cry. Let's salute the soldiers, yes, but also not forget the bigger sacrifices their families and loved ones make. Some, even willingly. Yes. Willingly. In earlier days (and even today for that matter), parents would take immense pride in the fact their at least one, if not more, of their sons was serving in the armed forces. It was rather difficult to find a household that did not have a member in the forces. All this, while silently waiting for that next letter to arrive from the border, and even having the strength to accept the fact that there may never be another letter. And all that would possibly come back would be what was once their own bundle of joy, now silently laid to rest in the lap of the tricolour. 

The one for everyday. 

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The one where it all began.

Rang De Basanti

16 16 year-olds. Yup. 16 to be exact. And not a single dry eyed soul at the end of those three hours.
But it did more than just make me cry. Made me do something that 12 years of formal education did not. It made me think. And ponder. History ceased to be just a subject any more.

This movie is the single biggest factor that help shape the course of my life. I may or may not achieve what I have set out to,  but at least I won't look back and regret never having even tried. :)