I absolutely love cartoons. And when I say that, I mean that I’m that one not-eight-year-old person who would beg someone to take her to the latest animated movie running in the theatres. Or just go by herself and enjoy every second of it amongst a bunch of noisy kids. Don’t mistake me when I say this because I especially love kids, but you can call the ones who interrupt the heart warming feeling of watching a sponge or aliens or a tiny little clownfish on the silver screen, their presence making every problem in the world go invisible, just plain annoying.
Since when I was a kid, I have loved reading books with doodles or drawn-in pictures with a smear of creativity on every two pages that lay open in front of my eyes. That’s where it started, I guess. I loved watching the places a person’s imagination could go just buy unrealistic, out of the world kind of an idea conveyance. Of course back then, I just thought that ‘The pig in the little dress is really cute’ or ‘ The guy really climbed all the way up the beanstalk! I want to too!’. Now I realise it stretches a bit farther in head where creative animation is a wonder. Still, being up to date with all the latest cartoons is my priority. As much as I want to be ‘grown up’ and watch the ‘in things’ that everyone talks about and consider you an outcast if you didn’t watch it, I always go back to my favourite cartoons at the end of the day.
As cartoons evolved from 2D artistic drawings to 3D mystical portrayals, the effect of it on my brain only intensified. This might sound a little far fetched, but somehow when I’m watching made up characters do things that I could have never imagined, I get a feeling that I can do anything I want to, only if I dared. This feeling could come through any other source to me, but that usually sets societal expectations in my head that I feel I’m obliged to meet if I want an honourable place in society.
You would have probably even noticed this that I say the phrase ‘in my head’ way too many times to describe something (seriously Archana, stahp). Well, I think this is because my thoughts are metaphorically like a splatter of paint on the wall trying to convey something very artistically, but in the process become a little clouded on the comprehensibility part. It’s crazy because a lot of times I find it difficult to say what’s exactly on my mind and it comes out as a random series of words that makes very little sense (or just none to be honest) compared to what I think. Sort of like right now.
Watching a cartoon movie makes that incomprehensibility vanish and brings my horribly excited and sadly stuck thoughts some peace. I get a lot of mind space when I use an animated movie as a stress buster.
Now I know this is a never-ending team of words desperately trying to show themselves as what’s really inside my heart. Just bear with me for as long as these words are bold and strong. This love towards animation of mine is not an obsession that would fade away. It’s not an eccentric ‘cool factor’ that I want to add to my personality. It’s not something so trivial that I would banter on about to you for a bore and a half.
Here’s what it is. When I watch a movie, I’m one hundred percent doing it to escape from reality. Meaning, that for once I don’t want to care about the financial crisis or the ethical downslide that our society is in. Instead, I want to delve into a world of frivolity & fiction where every slide of visuals has uncountable beautiful things happening. Where logic or consequences aren’t primary, but fulfilling your heart and having a laugh are. Where every second is a creation, visually, and imaginatively. And do I even need to mention the songs, background music, subtle humour throughout, that leaves no place to not like an animated movie? These movies are sometimes worked upon for a whooping 5 years, with everything from the character introductions to the end credits on point.
The only other thing that gives me that getaway from this world where everything is never quite as what it seems, is writing.Which is why I thought this needed to be voiced through these beautiful little bits of text.
And I think it makes perfect sense to me.
You know that feeling when you blurt out all your feelings and feel really satisfied but awkward and stupid at the same time? That’s me on so many levels right now. But eh. *tries desperately to be nonchalant and just shrug it off*
But hey, just 1 week more for the premiere of The Good Dinosaur! *happy dance*