Saturday, August 18, 2012

Writing under the influence: Monologue of the sober and the not so...

Just because...

Everything’s so loud right now. Holy fvcking sh1t! Did the Radioman just say “bloodbath?” I didn’t know they’re allowed to say that on the airwaves?
Why is the clock ticking so loud?
So when else can I hear the drum and bugle corps play at 4:31am?
Jimi Hendrix? Is that you whispering in my right ear? “This is our decision, to live fast and die young”?
The cocks have crow three times now. I hear a dialtone, a radio! So that’s where it’s from!
Should I even dare counting the kukadoodledoos?
When I turn off the lights should I be scared or should I be proud, 4:35 am!
Filtering.
I can’t even hear my father snore? There it is, my favorite rock-a-bye. I can almost picture my morning.
To the old gods and the new, please let me dream of Jim Morrison?
G’nyt!

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Attack of the Feral kids!

Commonly called as the "Wild Child", the feral child is basically a human kid who, at a very young age (the primal point of basic human development), has no or little experience of basic human affect. Though the word "affect" suggests a very broad subject, specifications include language, rearing, care, behavior, love, interaction. 

When I had initially thought of writing an entry regarding this subject (while watching Tarzan on Disney), I had almost believed that this phenomenon is but a work of fiction, a myth. Tarzan, for example, tops the list being born human and raised by fictionally-over-the-bar-intelligent Mangani apes. Okay, so I haven't really read the books and so far I've only seen one adaptation (Tarzan X, of course, does not count) but I guess it doesn't take a genius to point out the very fact that a human raised by innately wild creatures is virtually impossible. Aside from technically going against Freud's psycho-sexual stages of human development, the whole issue basically rules out various human development theories! I mean, imagine being raised by a pride of lions, would they rather treat you as their own or treat you like bacon pancakes for breakfast? Surprisingly, a few would, in fact, deem the existence of feral children true. 

This entry does not debate the existence (or otherwise) of feral kids. This site lists down the top 10 modern cases of the issue. Read at your own risk though. However, as a result of my unprecedented curiosity over the matter, I have listed my own bunch of feral kids, most of which are picked out from famous literature and films. Although some does not strictly embody the very definition of a feral child, these kids are generally not raised (or suckled) in parentage by their own species, genus, world, realm, etc...

Tarzan would, of course, top the list. Literally the Apeman of the Mangani's, this tree swinging hottie has been the main man of the feral kids. Because being raised by British scientist parents was too mainstream, he decided to breast feed from an ape. But in all seriousness, Tarzan has been the very epitome of feral, a human boy walking in all fours, unable to commune in basic human language. Although a lifetime mate is pretty much difficult to search for in the jungle, this kid might've probably been better off in the wild, where it's devoid from the complications of human emotions and survival only relies on how loud you growl and how fast you kill.

Mowgli, a predecessor of Tarzan, his was a story set in the jungles of India. Whereas Tarzan was raised by great apes, this kid Mowgli has been raised by a pack of wolves! Holy Mother of Gandalf!!! My mother's like a wolf when she's cross and it's not a sight worth creating a cartoon for! Though the film has been made to look like a fable, the very fact that this kid made it through his quarter-life eating mangoes and bananas, singing and dancing with bears and panthers and practically battling the various shenanigans of other creatures who target him as prey is quite impressive.

Romulus and Remus the mythologically-believed founders of Rome. Though these kids weren't reared by animals, they were initially suckling to one. Turns out Kipling (author of the Jungle Book) was a big mythology fan because of the very fact that the above twins were also nursed by a wolf. Now these two kids had me thinking, if suckling on animal milk suggests feral-ity, would that make all of us feral kids, drinking cow's/goat's milk and all? 


Max, Where the Wild Things Are is the feral child of parental estrangement and boundless imagination. This kid had a world deemed perfect exclusively for play. Where the Wild Things Are showcased practically what is inside every kid's head amidst family issues and unrequited attention. Creatures of mere imagination as bestfriends in a world where parental control is the least of everyone's problems. Though Max here is essentially not raised by animal or another genus, he is deemed a feral kid due to the very fact that he was fictionally not raised by humans at all. Sounds very eccentric really but a few sources also suggest that feral kids can also mean kids who refuse (human/inter-genera) parentage and as a result, runs away.

Peter Pan is also an example of a feral "runaway" child, having ran (technically, roll) away from his mother to be raised by a three-inch fairy who would eventually fall head-over-heels inlove with him. Peter Pan is a child of the Elixir, a kid who refuses to grow up/old and rather than being raised in a family, prefers to be raised as a radical/outlaw to an utterly gator-fearing-immature geezer, Captain Hook.

Aurora, Sleeping Beauty can also be counted as a feral kid having been raised by three middle-aged fairies.

San from Studio Ghibli's  Princess Mononoke is also deemed a feral child having been raised by a supernaturally powerful wolf goddess, Moro. As previously mentioned on my previous article, I have long been a fan of Studio Ghibli and this film is not excluded in the studio's long line of award-winning animations.

Hellboy the horn-castrated (literally) son of the devil is a very obvious feral kid but unlike most where a human kid is raised in parentage by another creature, Hellboy's situation goes the other way around having been raised by a scientist well-versed on the supernatural arts. This guy actually took his "feral-ity" to a whole new level by literally saving mankind from the fires of doom and hell. Ironic.

Penguin from the Batman franchise. I don't know whether he's a mutant, a feral kid or just high on krill but this guy has perhaps the highest fashion sense in the feral kid circle. What, with the tux and leather shoes, Penguin is one lucky (more like stinky!) feral kid!

... and lastly...

Clark Kent (Superman) the ultimate feral child in feral children history. This guy is literally an alien royalty thrown from his planet at a very young age, raised as a boy who can lift farm tractors and pulverize bullies, literally, with one stare. Superman is one feral kid you wouldn't want to mess with. Yup, because being raised by apes, wolves, fairies and bogus friends is too mainstream!

So, you be the judge, feral kids, are they a fact, fiction or should we, literally, just let them be themselves? 

I just have to share this...

While initially drafting my list of feral kids, I asked my boyfriend who else could be included as feral kids in popular fiction. He actually contributed Hellboy and then Pinocchio (which doesn't count obviously because HE'S NOT A REAL BOY!!!) and then, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, which actually made sense.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles though generally considered as mutants are also, in fact, feral kids. I mean, mutants or not, how FERAL can four Turtles raised by a Japanese Rat get???

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Fire from the East (2)

click here for Fire from the East (1)

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"What message from your Queen?" I remember him ask. His back firm from my vantage.

"I am not here to send a message." My courage oozing like fire from a blacksmith's cottage. His minions scoff from behind as if marveling at his divine splendor over my weakened posture. I was just a dagger toss away from pinning revenge on Al Rodog's chest. Death will surely welcome me once I did but death I will welcome just so I could avenge Lerion's demise.

Pride, my dear Myne. I could hear my father whispering in my ear. Pride will lose you battles. Lerion's lust for victory and pride has always been his downfall. I couldn't let the same be mine.

"Then perhaps you can send your majesty a message for me." The Al added, now facing for familiarity, pacing ever careful steps towards me. For a moment there I was an ounce close to accepting decapitation. Only a true phoenix is ever capable of taming the flame. And like the zephyr itself, Al Rogod unsheathed his sword with a light swift of hand. I blink and for that very second, I could feel death, reaching for my neck, calling me as if it was home.

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I haven't heard from my people in months. Could they have retreated back East, I don't know. General Bulsagad has always been adamant to retreat. But news of apparent disappearance of my camps have left me a pint close to hopeless. I have always trusted my people, I could not give up on them now.

The sun has left its last light from dusk when I heard a knock on the door. 

"My lady, dinner has been sent from the Al". A familiar voice informed, as if in a whisper, from behind.

"Thank you, Marieta." My usual reply.

The tray was already laid on the only wooden table in the cell when Marieta added, "The Al wanted you to know that the message has been sent to your people. Though no response have been confirmed, he still does not think your Queen has retreated." Sigh.

"Thank you, Marieta."

"I have no say in this war, my lady, but if you..."

"I doesn't matter. The war has been on since my birth. My Queen will never retreat, tell him that. And that if he as much as think that my Queen will, then his demise will be met in another way. Leave me, Marieta. Please."

She gave me a slight genuflect for eventual departure. 

The zephyrs roared like war horns from the south. Like the war that has been on since my birth, the winds bore piercing bellows from my window. The moment my generals receive the Al's message, I know they'll imbue selfless commitment to victory. A mere wad of my hair does not define power from the enemy. For if it was much as a finger from my metacarpals or an ear to signal the absence of peace negotiations, I know my people will not give up and back down. 

We will win this war and if my army cannot do it in extramural, I will, by the blood of my forefathers, do it from inside.

Only a true phoenix is ever capable of taming the flame

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

If you had the chance to change your fate, would you?


*I was mentally speaking in a Scottish accent while drafting this entry. #whatanerd!

If you had the chance to change your fate, would you?

Honestly don’t know how to answer that, really. I mean, I don’t think I’m at that stage of my almost-quarter-life to be sulking in crisis over countless “what-could’ve-beens”.  No really, I can’t think of any. Not that I’m being an arrogant git, but, everything in my life has been set in an okay motion, no matter how much of a pain in the neck most of them were.  

Jasmine was perhaps the very first Disney princess that I've grown to idolize. She was fierce and smart and cunning (and yes, by all three, I mean, kissing the main villain square in the mouth for distraction). Next came Mulan. The perfect tomboy, who, not only pulled-off the perfect Queen Amidala-Padme decoy/deception, but is also apparently the only female Disney protagonist who was technically not (or did not become) a princess. And then, Merida of clan DunBroch came into the picture.

Technically the Mulan of medieval Scotland, Merida not only made me sob (which I forcefully tried to do in my most discreet manner because this kid beside me keeps staring at me like I'm this eccentric 24-year old who still cries at Disney movies) like a 9-year old avid-Disney-channel-fan all throughout the film, she also, in a sense, inspired me to literally, LET ME HERR DOUWWN.

The tale of The Bear and The Archer was something all of us can learn from, implying that, fate is not something that can be changed by a dessert-baked-spell, overnight. Heck, I don’t think fate can be changed by anything that’s brewed or baked at all (unless your desired fate is in a correctional-rehabilitation facility)! Fate is what keeps all of us going, because no matter how many detours the mythical wisps lead us in life, we’ll ALWAYS get the fate that we all deserve.  

Change your fate, live by the moment or carefully plan the number of steps you have to tread along life’s yellow brick road, it doesn’t matter, we build our own fates, we break them, we change them. The main thing is, we learn from them as we tread along.