Memory, all alone in the Moonlight?

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Memory, all alone in the Moonlight?

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This is WHAT the WORLD has come to and I LOVE it.

Once again, I have noticed the millennial gap between my current post and the last, and I would like to apologize for this humongous lethargy - which to be honest, isn't exactly lethargy, more like inability due to preoccupation - but nevertheless, sorry Readers. I am back now.

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It's a wonderful Saturday morning and of course I am probably the first one to wake up in this neighbourhood. And no, I'm not catching Pokemon, I'm just accustomed to never over-sleeping - well, if that makes me part vampire or not I'm not sure, but if it did that would be quite cool too, 

I felt the need to insert a Damon Salvatore meme here because you love him, I know it. 

                             

Saturday is usually my "creative" day. Wherein, I actually do something of consequence which does not involve lying like Snorlax on my bed and watching stuff. I try to cook, or draw, or write. I do believe in doing something creative every day, but more often than not, I'm too drained out to actually materialize a valid contribution to the world of art/science/literature. That's why I usually spend the weekdays gaining more inspiration from the maestros (and feeling terrible about my life). And while most people would love to party on Fridays, I am often quite dead by then, and end up just sleeping off my fatigue or eating my weight in carbs. 

The moment you realize MICHELANGELO did this at the age of 23 and it was his first commissioned work and you are as old as him and have accomplished as much as a potato. 

                                          

A really close friend once said that, 

I think after a certain time we reach a stage wherein we should not only consume the world's vast knowledge, but we should give back something to the world as well. And nowadays, not many of us are doing this at all. 

And by this he meant, actually creating something interesting and learning from it, well enough to leave it as a prime example for the next generation of budding artists, doctors, engineers and filmmakers etc. Pardon my limited examples of occupation, it's really just the off the top of my head and I'm sure this applies to all of us. This actually got me thinking though - am I really giving back  to the elders/society/world/universe what I actually owe them? Do I even owe them anything at all? #deep #incomingexistentialcrisis 

Granted, this often requires a certain degree of motivation from the previous generation of greats and I'm glad my Instagram is filled with more of them, along with gorgeous travel aspirations and adorable animals and .... food. There are a LOT of people who are giving back to the world in their own way and we are very much a part of it all. It's just not in the way Michelangelo or da Vinci did but that's okay because times have changed and not many of us turn out to be geniuses at the age of nineteen anymore. *sobbing* 

Have you ever wondered though - WHAT has the WORLD come to? People spend 90% (stat reference: myself) of their lives on the Internet, connecting with (not their family members but) either abstract love interests such as places, cities, destinations and role models who display their work on social media to much applause. But this has actually helped us step into another dimension of learning. I for one, have learnt of so many amazing blogs by photographers and artists and I am absolutely in love with them. Both of these were recommended to me by my best friends and you should check it out, if you haven't already -> 

1. Sezgin Yilmaz - this guy takes the most gorgeous photos I have ever seen. Check out his Instagram!

2. Gabriel Picolo - so much respect for his spectacular artwork. Check out his DeviantArt!

I think the mark of good talent is when someone's creations take you back to your childhood and make you realize those nascent, nostalgic dreams all over again. The dreams of travelling to Paris, or those evenings spent watching your favourite cartoons and/or anime, reading comics and novels. For once, I'd like to shout out a huge THANK YOU to these talented people for always inspiring me so much and making me want to create something splendid myself. 

                                            

In this day and age, there are still a lot of people who spend their time with actual human beings and do normal people things like going for dinner and parties and gatherings and I'm so awed at their ability to do so when so much of our time is actually taken up by technology. In a way, I can say I'm unfortunate in my ability to network only as much as I need to. But I am also REALLY glad that I've been able to use the positive features of the Internet to extend some of my knowledge in whatever minuscule manner possible. And I encourage you to do the same!

Often times, even our closest friends are caught up in their responsibilities, career, family and relationships to give us the company we desire from them, and I feel there is no way better to while away your time than to use the huge extent of resources offered online to your advantage. I know it's easy to say but anyone can actually, literally, become a YouTube sensation overnight, or collect a thousand likes on their Art Blog, but what's important here is this act might actually inspire another kid like me, who is sitting in their room, having a serious case of writer's block. Actually it has become such that the word "inspiration" has become an absolute favourite, and I associate it with everything now - my dreams, my career, my parents , friends, (invisible) PETS and even possible romantic attachments. 

Anyway, I'd love to write more but I think this brings us to some sort of conclusion about the world in general. So as much as we would love to blame the Internet for being a monstrous damage to our social lives, I must say - This is WHAT the WORLD has come to and I LOVE it. 

Happy Saturday Everyone ^.^

                                                       

Little Town

Note: Hi, long time. :P I have no inspiration. Let's just conform to the fact that my life is essentially very boring, with little bursts of miracles now and then, but overall quite a drag. As I write this, I take a mental vow to publish this post no matter what (my eyes keep flitting back and forth between my writing and the publish button, and it's very distracting). I will consider this to be the goal for today. 

I've watched (and read) a lot of shows (and stories) which revolve around the concept of that 'Little Town' and I am very, very fascinated by this. What do I mean by the Little Town? This is in fact a term coined by myself for the stories which take place in small towns/cities and literally the whole life of the character teeters on the periphery of this town and never, ever leaves it. At least not until they land a job/school elsewhere.

Good example(s) for this would be (to the best of my knowledge), Wuthering Heights, Heidi (to some extent), Anne of Green Gables, Little Women, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer and the list goes on. All these stories take place in a small town (almost) and extend from the childhood of the protagonists to their adolescence and sometimes even beyond. There are (at the most) two or three important houses (for the sake of exposition) and a countable number of characters interacting with the hero/heroine. Of course, that has little to do with the small town. What really matters is how well you know this place.

And this, from Beauty and the Beast.

                 

For instance, what must it feel like to walk out of your house into the streets and know that even if you were to be led blindfolded to a shadowy nook of this town, you'd still find your way back? Of course, incredibly boring for the adventurous, mysterious kind. But there's a certain degree of nostalgic beauty in walking round a corner and knowing every neighbour, every shop which sells breads and sweets, mostly because there are only that many. Of knowing that there is only one pharmacy for your occasional trifling colds, and it's exactly two meters right from the Police Station. Knowing that there is a glaringly large scarlet Post Office which can be seen from atop the tallest building in the area, the grand Railway Station. At every hour, the Church Bell tolls and the loud yet gentle sound ripples all the way to the very furthest spot in town. There's one or two confectioneries where we choose the birthday cakes from, and maybe that one bar/restaurant which everyone frequents after school ends. And talking about school, there is probably just one or two such institutions and you eventually grow up knowing all the kids around you. And in an event which is highly unlikely to happen normally, you may end up finding a childhood soul mate. 
                     

Dorfli is the small town where Heidi takes place.

                               

The complex with this Little Town is everyone just wants to GET OUT OF IT. It's always the center of every climax and nobody wants to be involved in that kind of nonsense. The Little Town isn't just a pretty spot for making memories, it is a symbol of freedom. Everyone who grows up there, and gets their heart broken, will want to leave. Everyone who grows up there and faces a certain degree of oppression will want to break free. The conclusion of such stories is usually quite definitive; the character either bursts into a lightning speed, or walks away gently, right out of the Little Town. Although in some cases, they stay and save their home, but that's asking too much of Tom Sawyer (who was the problem in his town) and Anne Shirley (who had ridiculously accusatory acquaintances). 

To Kill a Mockingbird

                               

Everyone moves to the cities to pursue their dreams, leaving the Little Town behind, forgetting that the basis of all dreams are childhood loves and hopes. I know, because when I think about becoming an author, the first thing I think of is that moment back in my suburban home, when I was writing letters to my future self and hiding them within the pages of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. That's why I love that Tolkien made Frodo and Bilbo return to Hobbiton after their respective adventures, because the idea of Hobbiton and Bag's End is the idea of a Little Town. And every Little Town has its own Bagginses (and Sackville-Bagginses).  
       

Hobbiton *cue Concerning Hobbits*

                             

I've spent a greater fraction of my life moving in and out of cities, and therefore, I've traded some beautiful opportunities for (perhaps) even better ones. But I've always longed for a permanence, the kind which lasts in home, friendships and family and that which is so aptly exemplified in the Little Town. And even so during childhood, when these impressions last for a lifetime. But I think we all have the ability to create this town within us, and for everyone who goes back home with a happy heart, this is indeed a quivering reality. 

Growing Up

And for a change, not feeling that bad about it. 

I've taken, what could possibly be the longest break in my blogging career till date - and this is a testament to the fact that I am actually working for a change, instead of drifting in my thoughts. But you have no idea how much that disappoints me as I'd love nothing better than to actually drift in thoughts - if possible, drown in them.

Speaking of thoughts, I have had some approach me recently, and this time, they aren't exactly pretty. No, before you think I'm moving over to the dark side, I'm not cooking up plans to murder people. I've just had some really intense realizations about growing up, and anyone who has grown up will know they aren't the best of all thoughts. 

I'm distracted yet oddly focused, I'm thinking all the time about the never ending list of tasks I have to complete and yet I am idle enough to binge watch a TV series without a pause. I'm confident about what I should do, and yet I am extremely confused about life. I'm happy about being in this place, at this point of time in life, and yet I am miserable about all the things I do not have.

Maybe this is just all about being human - and maybe I'm beginning to feel it all now, because when you take the time out to actually FEEL everything that happens around you, the good and the bad aspect of it, you start to live instead of normally, just existing. And that means having to feel the excitement of sitting on a roller-coaster with your friends (which I am VERY scared of by the way), or the fear when you find a snake in your bathroom (which really made my Halloween, thank you Snake), or the dreadfulness of spending night after night working on submissions and reports, till the point when you're exhausted and ready to drop dead. 

I love to feel every moment, and one of the most interesting goals I have for this lifetime include having to feel every bit of this amazing spectrum of emotions given to us. Happiness, misery, attraction, fear, jealousy, pride, fury, love, everything, everything. This reminds me of a beautiful quote from the movie Her, 

"Sometimes I think I have felt everything I'm ever gonna feel. And from here on out, I'm not gonna feel anything new. Just lesser versions of what I've already felt."

I don't think it's possible for us to feel everything, but even the pain and the joy associated with the simple memories of life are something I wish I could treasure. If I had the time, I could document every minute of my life into a film so that I could watch it one last time before I die, and take every special moment with me to the afterlife. 

I could say I'm all alone in this journey, and maybe I really am. This is the point when you realize what growing up might actually feel like, and it's a very lonely feeling. You're in this world where you have many friends, but actually none at all. You feel like you have everyone, just a phone call away, but that was the beginning of college. Now, even trying to pick up the phone to call someone makes you realize how far away the person is, not just physically but emotionally. It's not the same anymore, but it was never meant to be I guess :)

My favorite children's story/play is Peter Pan, and trust me, nobody hates growing up more than I do - but the interesting part about growing up is, even the part of you that unreasonably hates what cannot be changed, starts to accept these truths for what they are. Go ahead, deny it. But that doesn't change anything. 

   

But not everything turns around. Over time, your best friends still remain those books which are tucked away in shelves, collecting dust. But isn't that the beauty of books? No one has spoken to me the way Hardy and Bronte and Austen have. And I'm glad it has been that way, because those who are dead may never die. After all, you can never lose someone you never had. These men and women have spoken to me about the Past and about times I wish I could have seen with my own eyes. About places I wish I could have visited, and people I wish I could have known. 

And that's not all. Even the feeling of looking down at a city from an elevation, and basking in the colours of sunsets, looking at the circle of life turning away, ever so slowly; that is a beautiful feeling. Spying a butterfly on the green, a flower in the meadow, a cloud with a silver lining or a ship at the horizon. All these feelings which can never disappoint you, no matter how many people you've lost or gained to reach there. 

Every single one of these feelings will pile one on top of the other, like feathers, for years and years. 
And sometimes when I think of my grandfather, and picture him gazing out into the distance, I remember how it always captivated me - for someone who has lived for so long, what do they really think about? Battles and wars of the past? The first time they fell in love? The assignment they failed in college? Or do all those moments mean nothing to them, because for the love of God, they cannot even remember those memories, when all that came after was worth so much more?

I'm beginning to realize that the more I grow older (and I know I sound like a Grandmother here but), everything around me starts to make less sense. Having to dress up and look pretty, having to put that extra punctuation mark, or even having to put the right topping on the right food is actually more about my control freakishness and less about my motivation to actually do what I must. And for the things I really care about, I feel happy when I accomplish them, and if I cannot, I simply feel sad and let it go. It has become really simple. The worry, the pain, the sensitivity that always accompanied failure does not bother me anymore. The angst of young adult life, seems to have ebbed away. 

I have finally learnt to let it all go. And I think that is the most important part of growing up; imbibing everything that matters and letting them go when they must. For some people, this probably comes naturally but for me, and for someone who loves to hold on because they fear loss, this is the most difficult step to take. But I'm glad we've all made it this far :)

I don't want to end this post on a depressing note. After all, growing up need not be necessarily sad - you can still hold on to everything you've loved as child. Stories, poetry, art, history, science, every single bit of whatever you fell in love with and whatever changed you. In fact, I've been exploring a bunch of classics I read as a child, and I'm re-reading Anne of Green Gables just because. 

This transition is unlike any other, but it's not as hard as most people make it out to be. It's actually quite smooth because unlike your teenage years, you understand the value of acceptance or rather the necessity of it. And once you've realized this, you may think of your parents and finally appreciate their sentiments because now you almost feel like you can relate to them. Growing up is a pain, but it has an aesthetic touch to it, which is ironically almost nostalgic. And that's about it. 

Till the next post, then. :)

  

The Storm

"Memory, all alone in the moonlight. I can smile at the old days, I was beautiful then." - Memory, Elaine Page

Everyone associates storms with fear. Not the stale, creeping fear which haunts you, but the vivid startling threat that can bring you back from the dead. And aren't we all at a stage in life when everything inside of our pretty brains is in a disarray? It seems like we are playing host to a great blizzard. 

But even tempests can hold beautiful secrets.

Lightning courtesy jakethesnake999 (Deviantart)

                           

I spent last night staring at the ceiling, at the darkness which rose like an angel into the sky. And while I lay silently, I played with my hair, in an unconscious effort to release the thoughts inside my head into the air right above me. It was a cold night. But cold, in a very reassuring way - I was very glad I had finally escaped the heat. My phone lit up, as I regulated the gentle volume of Memory and hoped that one day I'd be able to see it performed live, in front of me. Music, theater and dance - they are all the same, they make you feel emotions you never knew existed inside of your soul.

"The streetlamp dies, another night is over."

A flash of lightning interrupted my thoughts. I gazed out the window, and through the pink glazed curtains, I saw the the forking lines of electric blue, glistening silver, with the brilliance of platinum crawling into the sky. The rumbling of the Gods crept in. And for a minute, the fear in me sighed. How beautiful! The clouds were accumulating, covering every patch of empty sky, except one tiny spot from where the moonshine tenderly flowed in. It was a heavenly view, to watch the mighty invincible Nature perform such a dramatic play.

Another flash. This time, it was more tremendous, with the grandeur of a gunshot in battle. It lit up my room, making the pale green wall-paint glitter in the darkness. The crystals on the chandelier reflected the temper of the storm, jingling slightly, quivering like feathers in the wind.

Thunder inspires my imagination in so many ways. I always imagined Zeus to have sat on a majestic throne atop Mount Olympus, throwing the most ridiculous tantrum over a plate of broccoli. Or Thor, the Norse God swinging the powerful Mjolnir in a drunken craze. But, I believe in that a little less now. Just a little less.

There, in my room, I was surrounded by the warmth of blankets and love and many more such valuable gifts. And to me the storm was an impeccable decoration of nature. But to someone who lives beneath the bare sky, this very decoration was a terror of gigantic proportions. Almost comparable to the wrath of every Titan combined.

Sometimes I wonder, is it really all just the perspective? How can something so frightening be also admired? Are we like that too? We are all viewed so differently by every single person out there. How will we ever know which perspective is the perfect version of ourselves, the version we envision to be the best?

"And what of it?", you may say. What if I am the Storm?

I'm beautiful yet awe-inspiring. I'm loving and caring yet frightening and adamant. I'm patient and stubborn, I'm everything I can possibly be in this form. I'm the glass-shattering fury of a million gods, and I am yet a thousand shining patterns in the sky.

"I must wait for the sunrise. I must think of a new life."

The Storm is essentially just a passing phase, and yet it is very beautiful. It inspires and perseveres and rages and kills, and at the end of it, people are infused with a fighting spirit. A desire to brave The Storm, to live on and on and fight more and more. A desire to save their loved ones, and a desire to save themselves.

Even though I cover myself in this familial warmth, I feel a shiver down my spine. Nobody is safe from The Storm, but it's how we see it, that will change us and make us who we want to be. This memory is fading, like all memories we make. Everything is in a way, like the Storm.

This too shall pass, this too shall pass. 

The tumultuous voice of the heavens plays in the background accompanied by the fading tones of Memory. And with this thought, I turn over and go to sleep.    

The Sibling Effect

I’d like to begin with a seriously deep quote from a seriously deep poem called “Church Going” by Philip Larkin. In case you have no idea, this verse is about a Church.

“Dispersed, yet tending to this cross of ground
Through suburb scrub because it held unspilt
So long and equably what since is found
Only in separation - marriage, and birth,
And death, and thoughts of these - for which was built
This special shell?”

Church Going is fundamentally a poem which focuses on the crumbling institution of the Church and consequently of morals. A Church has always held ceremonies for Marriage, Baptism and Death. TODAY, marriage no longer holds a strong value or finality and this can be seen in the rapidly increasing divorce rates in the world. Siblings are separated and families are often - putting it in one word - broken.

In such a world, where commitment is becoming a phobia it is essential that fiction reminds us, every now and then about the importance of family. I write this post with the (pure) intention of shoveling up memories from the Past and listing down some of our favorite fictional siblings. Because WHY NOT?

After all,  fiction has more often than once portrayed the best of siblings, and how the very idea of getting along with them is TERRIBLY fun. I say this, as my evil sister throws major shade at me for <insert stupid matter which is not going to be relevant 30 minutes from now>.

But I HAVE to do this, because in the past few days I have started to notice how this is indeed a beautiful (and apparently misused *cough* Game of Thrones *cough*) relationship and also how it is way more powerful than the typical romantic nonsense which movies and cartoons enjoy depicting. In fact, I realized that my childhood has been shaped by a few such really amazing stories about brothers and sisters, and this is a tribute to all of them.

Now, point to note: I’ve decided to divide this into twosections, Books and Movies (no particular order). Of course, some of the books are also now movies, in which case I have simply noted them down under the more memorable category (see: books).

Books

1. The March Sisters - Little Women

I love them and I love Josephine especially. This is a soul-stirring story and the sisters are adorable. They decide to support the family after the US Civil War, and the story shows them dealing with the pain of loss, poverty and more importantly - that of being a woman at a difficult time in American history. Meg, Jo, Amy and especially Beth touched the hearts of millions of readers.

:') 

2. The Pevensies - The Chronicles of Narnia

Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy are probably the first thing that comes to your mind when you think fantasy literature. Or rather, the first normal set of siblings. I mean, all they do is walk into a wardrobe, literally discover freaking Narnia, fight in a war and get crowned Kings and Queens of the country. So far as sibling adventures go, I’m sorry this kind of tops it all. Whether it was Edmund’s arrogance, or (later) Susan’s vanity, the Pevensies may be living a fantasy, but they are also the most realistic siblings I have read about.

You know these actors immortalized the Pevensie family. 

3. The Darlings - Peter Pan

Inspired by a real family, Wendy, John and Michael are (apart from being as British as possible) also one of the first siblings I read about. Peter Pan is my favorite children’s book and I cannot think what could be more charming than a bunch of kids flying away to a land where you never, ever grow up. Wendy is the epitome of an elder sister (and weirdly enough, a mother) and she also was the only one who remembered Peter. AND they also had the CUTEST baby sitter - Nana the dog.

Second star to the right, and straight on till Morning!

4. The Weasleys - Harry Potter

All of them. I don’t want to leave a single one of them out because they are obviously the most envied, most famous and most ridiculous set of siblings in existence. Of course, not in “existence” but you get what I mean. Bill and Charlie were cool beyond measure, Percy was an ass, Fred and George were the troublemakers, Ron was the best and Ginny was (albeit suddenly) incredibly awesome. And as you can see, I am avoiding anything that has to do with death and accidents and the like.

Can you really imagine the Weasleys without Molly and Arthur?

5. The Bennets - Pride and Prejudice

As much as I have come to loathe Pride and Prejudice for the apparent romance it depicts, I cannot deny that this story is essentially about the loving friendship between Lizzy and Jane, the elder Bennet sisters. Lydia was a nuisance and the other two aren’t worth mentioning, but don’t we always have some of those weirdos  in our family? Lizzy was intelligent and Jane was kind, and they together managed to steal the hearts of some very, very rich gentlemen. Sibling teamwork sometimes does have wondrous results.

This Jane Austen novel is a lie. Sorry, I can't stop propagating this. 

6. The Famous Five

Do you remember the bunch of cousins that spent summer holidays together and ate sandwiches and owned an island? Yeah, okay this is a bit unfair since George was a cousin and Timmy was a dog, but I’ll have to give it to these five adventurous kids (yeah, you too Timmy). I don’t remember a single vacation I spent without reading about them and incidentally, Off to Kirrin Island was also the first (long story) book I ever read.

I really like Timothy. 

Special Mention: The Lannisters from A Song of Ice and Fire. 

Of course, they did not exactly have the most normal relationship. But growing up in a world like that (covered in riches but nevertheless) really made them - BADASS. One may often feel the incestuous, violent and arrogant traits among the Lannisters put them into the category of villains. But I choose to disagree because even the Lannisters have a cause to fight for. Cersei fights for her children, Jaime for Cersei and his "niece and nephews" and Tyrion fights - well - for himself. The stories at Westeros are more significantly about families, and therefore we do get to witness some really interesting sibling relationships - from the once wonderful Stark kinship to the - erm - complicated Targaryens.

Goofing around. Just because. Note: They don't do this in real life. Wait, what is real life? 

Movies

1. Thor and Loki - Avengers (2012)

Now, I have to say the very fact that they both are played by Tom Hiddleston and Chris Hemsworth ups the hot quotient, however there is no denying that they have one of the most entertaining sibling rows in the history of Marvel. They aren’t related by blood, and Norse mythology never considers them to be related at all. But when two “Gods” happen to be siblings, one being the temperamental Thor and another being the mischievous Loki, little remains to be said about that relationship. And the results of it. Also Thor has a hammer, and Loki has a spectre - now replay that inside your head, but with you and your sibling replacing them. You get what I mean.

Fan Art Courtesy heeroguy

2. Sherlock and Mycroft Holmes - Sherlock

Now, I haven’t read the books so I cannot say how chummy these two were in Arthur Conan Doyle’s mystery masterpiece. But what I do know is that Benedict Cumberbatch and Matt Gatiss acted their part splendidly in Sherlock. There’s is a strained relationship, but if either of them decided to shed their cold exterior, we may actually spot some love left.

And, they do play Operation together.

3. Ross and Monica Geller - F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

No other sibling duo has been as loving, caring and equally EVIL and COMPETITIVE as the Gellers. They have the ultimate baseball showdowns and equally unparalleled gestures to get back at each other. Monica and Ross are way different but they get on like a house on fire. They are hilarious in many ways possible, and they also are a fine example of sibling inequality which I want to bring up as serious case of injustice (see: my life). But later, that's for another grievous post.

Well, I kind of chose to forget this dance. But. 

4. The Von Trapp Siblings - Sound of Music

Yes they were evil. Very. And they were too many; I don’t even remember all their names. But they became nicer with the progress of the film, and turned out to be wonderful singers. With an age range as diverse as the Von Trapp siblings, the only other comparison I can think of are the Weasleys but of course, the Von Trapps came first. What makes it even more special, is that they are inspired from a real family. And when I think of them, I think of those legendary classics such as My Favorite Things,  Do Re Mi, The Lonely Goatherd and So Long, Farewell, which always, always brings back a wave of nostalgia.

Most popular picture of the Von Trapps from the Movie. And the gorgeous Julie Andrews and Christopher Plummer. 

4. Zack and Cody Martin - The Suite Life of Zack and Cody

Disney Channel inspired the creation of some very chucklesome sibling relationships but this one remains plastered at the back of my mind because Dylan and Cole Sprouse were awfully fun. And this show also redefined "twin" shows (after Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen, and that was ages back).

But I DO know which one's which. 

5. Hallie Parker and Annie James - The Parent Trap

This film was such a delight and so was Lindsay Lohan. If you haven’t, I advise you to watch this movie because it is most definitely going to leave you dewy-eyed. Twin sisters reunite and rediscover their past and try to bring their divorced parents back together. It makes for a very lovely watch, seeing as it tries to highlight the difficulty siblings face when their parents do not live together and basically, the unfortunate broken family problem once again.

They aren't mean girls. Take my word for it.

Note: purposely avoided Frozen because it’s super overrated.

That’s probably it. Another category I would like to have explored is Anime, but that can wait for it’s own blog post since it’s quite elaborate. It is an Universe which literally wages WAR for the sake of siblings (*cough* Code Geass *cough*). Moreover, I have observed that the best of Anime have been about family and sibling relationships. From My Neighbour Totoro to Fullmetal Alchemist, almost every adventure has been alongside a faithful companion in the form of a brother or sister.

Being an elder sister, I can say not all sibling relationships are endlessly smooth and - for lack of a better word - traditional. I’m older but I am almost always bullied -.- I’m older but I’m shorter by a head. A full adult human sized head! I’m older but - oh what the hell, I’m just shooting myself in the foot here.

So everyone, try to treasure your brothers and sisters. I know it's hard sometimes when you want to kill them because they broke your toy truck but they are after all, really special. Let’s also felicitate these fictional siblings because they really inspired us to look forward to family gatherings. OR NOT. 

To more and more amazing times ahead! :)