10 best cartoon pairs that we have adored as kids, never mind we have grown up we still catch a glimpse whenever we can

To the 90s kids, we know that Cartoon Network is ‘the best network in town’. We remember how excited we would be to watch the next episode of Scooby Doo or Captain Planet.

To the kids of Millennium, yes CN is great but not as good as its elder brother during the cartoon mania. Today we have memes and rather irritating characters, as cartoonists run out of ideas but in the yesteryears, we had our deserving picks, and try beating us on the episodes because we still remember our favourite ones like yesterday.

Number 10: Sylvester and Tweety Mysteries

I can still sing the chorus of the opening song. This one goes to our detective Granny’s angel pets,
Sylvester, the cat and Tweety, the tiny yellow canary. Sylvester, called as Bilamama if anyone got to
watched it in Hindi by chance, is always chasing after and trying to eat our petite Tweety. But our
bird has wits, a good timing and Hector the bulldog bodyguard to save him from the claws of the
pretentious kitty. The cute Tweety stammers and spites to Sylvester in an adorable way, by repeatedly saying , ''dat bad old putty tat'.

Number 9: Pingu and Pinga

Now who doesn’t know about the brother-sister duo? The cartoon itself looks quite different with the
clay-animation effect. The playful, active and curious Pingu, is always keen on exploring new things
and places. Pinga, his little adorable sister, who is born out of an egg, as was shown in one of the
episodes completes the igloo family of four, including Papa Pingu and Mama Pingu.

Number 8: Ed Edd Eddy

This cartoon with unusual looking kids, carrying out absurd tasks just didn’t make much sense. Few
bunch of kids going frantic every now and then just brought nothing but confusion. But we still
continued to watch the trio with curiosity until the end. And as for the information guys, surprisingly
this was the longest running cartoon on Cartoon Network.

Number 7: Courage, The Cowardly Dog

Courage is a coward. Though named as Courage sarcastically, this dog is basically a hero. As we all
know, Courage always finds ways to rescue and save his owners Eustace and Muriel, who is a
married couple, living nowhere. Saving from? Well, the freakiest type of ghost/creature you can think
of, even a vegetable that can come alive and eat you up or a talking blister, on your own body that
completely engulfs you. What more than unfathomable ghosts, peek-a- booing you from here and there with a coward dog to save the day!

Number 6: PowerPuff Girls

I know we are quite much talking about Trios here, but can you really ignore them, these three super

girls made of Chemical –X? They have super speed; they have laser power; they have echo-echo

power. They are little female versions of superman! Didn’t you love to see them destroy the crazy monkey Mojo Jojo or awkwardly behaving devils like ‘HIM’? The Townsville sleeps sound with these power-puffed girls, defeating the bad guys with boom and bang!                                                                                                                                          

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

Number 5: SWAT Cats                                                 

My personal favourite, SWAT Cats is a series of anthropomorphic cats, who are no cute kitties but
tough feline fighter pilots who save their town from the bad guys, who persistently try to destroy the
feline city. Contrary to their masked personalities as super-heroes, they normally live the life of
garage guys and with extreme vigilance, they keep an eye on the villains, who arrive every time with
bigger and better master plans. Technology freaks, T-Bone and Razor are cool cats of modern
times.

Number 4: Dexter and Didi                                       

The child parody, Dexter has a secret laboratory in his own house, where he works day and night
with his crazy inventions and kickass technologies. Though his mum and dad don’t have a clue
about it, his irritating and almost always excited sister Dee Dee breaches all the securities to his lab
and plays havoc, disrupting his experiments. Dexter, though hates his sister for ruining his
experiments, can go to any lengths to save her from trouble. Mandark, his rivalry and equally brain,
uses his technology for evil deeds often attacking and competing with Dexter. But in the end, we know who our hero is!

Number 3: Scooby-Doo and Shaggy

Five teenagers, a speaking Great Dane and a mystery machine land themselves up in spooky
places to solve mysteries, but the only exception is that they find themselves in trouble with ghosts
and other supernatural beings. With their tactics and agility, Shaggy and Scooby, the owner and the
pet always find their way out of trouble and save the day, though they more interested in hogging,
even in between the chase, with the ghosts behind them. Who wants Scooby’s Snacks by the way?

Number 2: Ash and Pikachu                                                     

Pokemon , the fascinating Japanese anime, took the cartoon world by storm. We couldn’t blink our
eyes, when Charmeleon transformed to Charizard or when Pikachu defeated the much stronger
Raichu on his own terms. We relished the friendship Ash developed with Pikachu over time. We
glued our eyes to TV screen during the Battle Front. We absolutely loved the cute, adorable and
electric Pokémon Pikachu and his trainer Ash, who together, set out to win the battles against others
and themselves.

Number 1: Tom & Jerry                           

Nobody can defy the fact that Tom, the cat and Jerry, the little mouse have been the most favourite
pair since the time we remember watching the Cartoon Network. We have laughed over and over,
watching a simple chase of a cat and mouse and we have our laughed our guts out watching the
same episode, no matter how many times. We have enjoyed the duo and still can recall the episode
on getting a glimpse. Tom and Jerry, the undeniable addictive characters of the most loved cartoon
of our times, rule out to be number one pairs in the Cartoon town!

Let go Off

You Absorb your pieces of Ruins
Inside the Mud of your Memories
You pick up Obsolete Talks
And carry on your daily Deeds

You Smile and Smoke up the Tears
Wriggle and Shed your dreadful Fears
For once Look behind , what your own Shadow Hides
Dents in Bent Souls don't get washed by Time and Tides

Earn yourself from the Intimidating Pride
One that Wins with Facade and Fight
Reborn with the Light of Truth in your Eyes
And Swell yourself with Love, not Despise
Call out to the Pigeons of Peace
Listen to the Fugitive Emotions you Keep

Rub your Ribs and Clutch your Arm
Wait for your Heart to Brave and Respond
Lift off the Mask and Quench your Pain
While longing for Love, don't let it go in Vain

Strain your mind against the Greed of the World
Material is comfort as Money Manifolds
Though nothing will Fill the Jar of Desire
The More you Put,the lesser will seem Entire
So you Suffer albeit the Glass is Full
Asking where is the space to Refill
And You Fetch another One
Hence, it Starts from Where it had Begun

Contentment isn't synonym to 'NO'
Neither does it ask you to Forgo
Treasure the part that You already Bear
And Ruin it with Compassion and Care

Free yourself from the Bondage of Want
Free yourself from the Ties that Knot
Free yourself from the Tears you Hide
Let go Off the inside Fight
Let go Off the Fake Side
Let go..

And Remember: Don't Forget To Smile


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Panda vs Tiger- Animal Trade for Harmony?

Lately, it came to my knowledge that animals are exchanged across the globe as diplomatic gifts.

Not to Hate

With my previous post about hatred going online, I received few raised eyebrows and pretty good smiles. Nothing better I say. But hey! Last night I discovered something. The story, here it goes.

Our PG’s care-taker is one such fellow in my list of hatreds. Why? Because his eye balls google here and there, sometimes following a girl, like the scent of her perfume. He chit-chats with PG girls, every now and then, talking honey coated, sugary-jaggery and goes sweet and polite. All the girls are happy to have him around at the dinner table. Me and my roommates call that person chantu meaning clever in a bad way.

Yesterday, when I was done with dinner at around 11 pm, I saw him taking the lid off the food, and checking if anything was left to fill his own tummy. No dinning with the cheerful girls tonight? I thought and asked him, “Anna, why are you taking dinner so late?” His reply with a grin, “Oh I had a lot of work today.” Without giving a thought, I just went away to my room and later realizing that the owner of PG had dropped in that evening so mister had to retain his modesty.

Another point that hit my head was that this time I did not get annoyed with him; I just passed from there without bothering for his reply and thinking where he was looking. I realized that hatred is a self inflicted burden. You have to do that whenever you see the trigger clicked, like a drill. But you don’t have to do that, you don’t have to think and you don’t have to act and you will see, the grenade that would burst you, will be useless even when the pin is pulled out. You would have defused it!

To be in control of yourself is to be wise.

But mind you, this is when you are indirectly getting under the showers of acidic rain. If the cloud is right over, you have a right to take out your own umbrella and prevent yourself and may be even poke out googly eyes.

Hate

I have tried calming myself down when I see a person whom I hate or get irritated with. I, more often associate this feeling of hatred with getting annoyed with people. Yes, there are valid reasons, if you ask me. For instance, our manager, who seems to be overly interested in approaching girls with utter sweetness, trying for unnecessary attention unless he wants to prove himself as a pervert, which I had heard he actually has and now, am completely sure of. Staring at a girl like a piece of sausage gets you those remarks and even asking her out for coffee, without realizing that you have a family.

I have tried making peace with my mind over this issue, who never gives up on releasing my stress and anger hormones when humans like these are around. It is easy to love, may be easier to hate. Perceptions can be deceiving I agree but experiences don’t lie about the fact.

Sometimes even my brother annoys me, to buy him gadgets, I get irritated but I don’t hate him. Of course he is my brother and thus he has the right to ask for things, for which I have equal rights to deny. Thus this criterion seems valid to be devoid of even the mention of the word hate.

Hate seeds in the mind of beholder when people know they are doing wrong and deny acknowledging their deeds. Hate is invited when someone keeps their crime a secret. Hate is subjective and relative in all terms.

When it comes to those levels that our control goes beyond our comprehension and thoughts, we forget how to forgive. What to do in that stage, I have no clue about, because seeing things happen in horrendous ways doesn’t let one forgive. It is definitely not easy to forgive and leave the reigns of hatred, when bad and annoying things still continue.

This in turn sticks to our brains like cobweb do, and as they pull a trigger on their part, it brings a surge of uncontrolled hatred at my end or anybody’s for that matter.

How to deal with it?  How to forgive? How to forget?

She never looked back

The wedding gown burned
As she walked down the aisle
The ring in her finger
She never looked back
The wedding gown dragged 
And picked up the dirt
The tulips left her hands
She never looked back
The goblet of wine
Wobbled at the table
The window flaps sealed
And the light turned black
The candles raged flames
The wax dripped on skin
But the bishop read versus
And she never looked back
The kiss was perfect
Yet wounds popped
Brought poisoned slow death
Still She never looked back
The lie felt like truth
Thus became a habit with time
And so until she rested
She never looked back

O Sweet Heart

Be there 
O sweet heart
The one you want
Isn't the one who asked
Who looks for you
You shoo alas
And then complain
You are alone, You are lost
People in parade aren't together
They walk close
But do they gather?
They walk equal
But are they same
Why bother the one who runs away
Stays beside but still in haste
Who stops for you
You pass by and be through
And look beyond the horizon
To call back and woo
Someone that left
You think it will turn
Someone who is there
Once gone won't return
O heart
You insane piece of art
You play games and instead get caught
You weave a web
And instead get tangled 
And run for what you want
And he isn't the one that asked
Who looks for you
You shoo alas

***

Snakes and Ladders

And so you come to know the pain of breaking up. It makes you so cold so solid so emotionless that you wonder what a stone you have turned into suddenly. After all the trials that you make, to surpass the cloud of confusions, to reach the melted wax of love, you feel you are almost there. But then out of sudden, you realize you have just moved yards behind your goal. You are taken aback, you feel the push on your chest.

 

Thug life! 

You just watch in utter bewilderment as to what just happened.
No no nooo... Not to square 1. Its the feeling of getting bitten by the snake on number 99 before you reach the prime of your game. You feel like a half bitten apple, like a chopped off vegetable. You don't know what to do. Of course you think about the ways to get back but you know all ladders will lead to snakes and all snakes will bring you back to square 1.
Whitewashed look of disbelief hanging from your face and you say," No!"

London bridge is crumbling down crumbling down crumbling down..

Time..Halts! Everything simply stops around you, no matter if a person is even breathing out life, you won't give him CPR because dude , you are in need of it yourself. You are hearing yourself breathe in silence, in dark, at night. 

A pain in chest, not from heart attack but yes from heart attack. You wince , you flinch and a tear trickles down from the corner of your eye onto the pillow below and then another and then another. After a while the weight lifts from your chest.

You are normal, you wear a transparent mask of daily life, carrying out tasks as they come like pulling a break when nearing a speed breaker on the way.
When the night falls again and the chest feels heavy, you dissolve.. into a pool of burning candle, meeting wax and fuming gas. 

                                                                                                        You waste away.

People-Love-People

People. How they think love is so difficult, that love is not their cup of tea,
that love is that they will never bring themselves to. How they never unerstood that they were changed,
when they fell in love, that they were transformed into a better human being, that they were living each
day with even more zest. How they thought that falling always hurts.

People. They can lie to the world but not their hearts, that are always ready to endure the tough terrains, the crests
and troughs of this journey, that are willing to sacrifice for somebody other than self, that believes truly,
trusts deeply and cares selflessly.

People. They need love, they dont want it. They need the gentle touch of care, they need the assuring words of love,
they need the patient ears in silence. They need someone close with whom they can open up, against the canvas that they paint for world
to watch everyday. They want to give up, in front of someone, where they can lay with their open chests and dry scars, where they can
reveal the dark shadows that scares them, where they can fearlessly dance under the innocence, that usually hides within them.

People. They are far too soft inside, but they don't show. They can take risk, with many hearts, they can even take revenge on them.
But for that one heart, they give up their weapons and lay bare, lay weak, lay in their perfect selves.

People. They are slaves, of their own selves.

S - H - E

 

Everything was crumbling down. The downfall was expected, sooner or later.  Her mind spoke the bitter truth that she had accumulated over the years subconsciously inside her head, in the form of a fear from her previous experiences. It had been the best of her previous years, living the dream she had woven turn by turn, with careful consideration of each step that she had taken in building of this relationship over the period of time. And now what lay before her was a relationship that succumbed to the distances and misunderstandings that unexpectedly did more harm than it should have. She sat in her bathroom on the dry, white tiles with her head in between her elbows and her fingers clasped at the back of her head. She wailed, sometimes too loudly and then dropping her voice to silence in between breaths. Crying off the pain made her feel lighter but then it was equally exhausting in the end, that she gladly accepted to fall asleep and forget everything for some time for the least. 

 

She held on to the silence for a minute and went blank solely concentrating on the mind riff separating the two tiles and the dirt that stuck in between them. It was strange how you drift off and suddenly come to bring your mind to vague things with utter concentration for a jiffy and then roll back to your reality again. She got up, looked around and out of habit went in front of the mirror. She blankly stared herself for a second and then recalled what he had once said about her eyes being beautifully big and her lips being in their perfect curves and color, which suddenly dawned the reality upon her in bolts of emotional blows. She cried again and looked on at herself as she cried half unbelievably half animatedly. She walked out when she could no longer handle the mix of emotions that her own reflection teased her with. Falling on the bed she took less than five minutes to go in a deep sleep, her swollen sockets still trickled a tear on the pink bed sheet underneath her.

 

She woke with a sore throat and blocked nose, the cold bathroom floor was to blame. The light from the huge window had been blinding and irritating to her eyes that were still swollen with continuous crying her grief out. She looked around, sighed and quickly got up to draw them close. She comforted her eyes with the darkness against the heavenly morning light. Backing to her bed she thought of him, and the way he would cuddle against her into a spoon from behind, his heavy arms resting gently over her waist, pulling her closer to his chest. She wished she could talk to him looking into his glinting brown eyes, holding his hands to give him a sense of care through her touch, consoling and comforting him with not just her words but her presence and blow the cloud of misunderstandings away which had unnecessarily shadowed their four year relationship to an extent of giving up on it.

 

May be she could sleep some more and just let the pain subside some more yet again but thoughtfully and  involuntarily got up and walked towards the bathroom. A hot shower might be a healer she thought. So on, she opened her bathroom door with her lousy eyes and turned right to look into the mirror once again. She saw herself, emotionally exhausted, her eyes puffed up with overworking tear glands. The back wall had clothes hung onto steel hooks which she thought didn’t belong to her. She frowned and had a closer look at the mirror, with concentration, to what she just saw instead of turning back. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she got a wider view of her surroundings in the mirror. A halt in surprise would have been a delayed and expected reaction, taking in account her exhaustion from crying herself out, but she suddenly turned around to see two cots with two study tables beside each of them and two cupboards adjacent to the study tables. The toilet seat, the bath tub, the buckets, the taps, they were all gone! Actually her whole bathroom was replaced by a room that looked more like a hostel room set up for students. A bed was neatly made while the other looked like recently used with sheet left out in folds and wrinkles. There were books stacked at the far end of the table to her right while the one on the left had a couple of books scattered and a table lamp that seemed just too familiar. She couldn’t believe her eyes and was literally taken aback. She leaned against the door that closed all of a sudden with a thud.

 

 She looked behind her. Nope, this wasn’t even close to what her bathroom door looked from behind. It was wooden, painted white in oil paint. It freaked her out and she resisted the urge to go near the door to open it and find out what lay behind it or where she was. She wore a loose peach colored top and black short that were comfortable to get into for a good sleep during the warm May days but suddenly she felt cold and her thighs got covered under a layer of goose bumps. She was drawn to the green table lamp and slowly walked towards the table. Surprise turned into shock when she saw her name written on it, and she came to realize that it was the same lamp she had given him when he was leaving the town thinking it might help him during his late night study schedules. The reality fell upon her like a bucket full of cold water. 

She was at his place! 700 Kilometers away from her home, in his city, in his college, in his own room! Telepathy?, She asked herself wide-eyed in disbelief. Did any angels or fairies hear her making a wish? Willow wisps? Cinderella story? Time travel? She just went through any possible way that made it look sensible in the least bit. Is it even real or May I am just in my sleep and I am dreaming because you dream about the last thing you thought before sleeping. That’s how they say. She tried coming up with a satisfactory explanation. So I will wake up, it is just a dream, just a matter of time, I will wake up now. She closed her eyes and tried recalling the moment, the minute before she fell into sleep. Her pink bed sheet, the corner of the bed, her soft pillow and she tried getting her mind back, tried drifting into sleep if it was one or waking up if doing that seemed sensible. She focused not to concentrate on reality, on the window from where the morning light came in and that gave a lush view of the outside flora, instead of the blurred glass window of her bathroom. She almost thought she is losing her mind to nothing when she heard a voice from outside the door. She heard him. It sounded real, it sounded louder as he approached with only the wooden door separating him and her now. Was this really happening? Is this too a part of the dream? What will happen next? She couldn’t digest the sudden change that was unexpected and unexplained.

 

She fixed her eyes at the door without blinking and pinched herself to wake her up before the madness of her mind took over her very self. This can’t be real, I can’t be here, this doesn’t make sense.  The sound of the steps got closer. The voice grew louder and so did the thump of her heart out of both excitement and fear. Before she could think of what to do or say the door knob turned round with a click.

 

 

 

                                                                                                         To be continued . . .