MOVIE REVIEW: The Adventures Of Tintin – The Secret Of The Unicorn.

The movie starts with the purchase of a cheap model of a ship named the unicorn by Tintin and his dog snowy from in a marketplace. Evading offers for Ivan Ivanovich Sakharine and Barnaby who were desperately trying to buy the model, Tintin takes it home where it is broken during a chase of a neighbor’s cat by snowy. On breaking, a scroll falls out from within the ships mast which remains unseen by Tintin despite Snowy’s efforts to draw his attention to it.

Angry at snowy for breaking his model and somewhat perplexed by the behavior of the men who were so desperately trying to obtain the model, Tintin goes to the library where he finds out the mysterious past of the sunken ship which is said to carry tobacco and other hidden treasures.

on returning home from the library he finds his apartment in a mess and the broken model of the ship stolen and proceeds to meet the only person he could think of who stole it, Ivan Ivanovich Sakharine at his house, Marlinspike hall.  He sees an identical model, but gets convinced it’s a different one and returns home. Barnaby is then shot while trying to warn Tintin about the dangers he was getting into and Tintin is shot at as well.

after a conversation with Thomson and Thompson, Tintin was returning home when he was abducted and kidnapped by Ivan Ivanovich Sakharine’s men and kept prisoner on board the SS Karaboudjan.
on regaining his consciousness he escapes to captain haddock who is perpetually drunk and together along with snowy they escape the ship on a lifeboat. Ivan Ivanovich Sakharine’s tries to relocate them are in vain as they capture the plane sent by him to find them and head towards the Bagghar port in morocco but crash in a desert on their way.

Due to a lack of alcohol, Captn. Haddock starts hallucinating about his ancestor who was the captain of the unicorn ship and during a fierce battle between him and a pirate named Red Rackham – Ivan Ivanovich Sakharine’s ancestor – loses, and chooses to sink the ship along with the treasures it held instead of letting it fall into the hands of the pirate. He tells Tintin this story along with the information of there being three models of the ship, each containing a scroll which when put together reveal the location of the sunken ship.

In Bagghar, they learn the second scroll is with a rich, wealthy man named Omar Ben Salaad who has incased it in a bullet-proof box. Ivan Ivanovich Sakharine plots to hold a concert with a famous singer whose powerful voice would crack the glass after which his trained hawk would swoop down and obtain the scroll. Possessing two scrolls, Ivan Ivanovich Sakharine proceeds back to Europe where he is ambushed by Thomson and Thompson whom he escapes from. This is followed by a battle between Sakharine and Captn. Haddock who like their ancestors engage in swordfight using dockside cranes, swords, and even bottles of whiskey. Haddock is eventually victorious and Sakharine is promptly arrested by Thomson and Thompson.

They then visit marlinspike hall, the indicated location and together find the third scroll down in the wine cellar behind a false wall. They also find some of the treasure, and putting the three scrolls together, the location of the sunken ship with the remaining treasures. They agree to go on their final adventure to find the sunken ship and with this, the movie comes to an end.

(Reference source : Ishaan Mehra.)



There she sat, thinking about the wrong guy all over again.
How is it possible to love two people? One more than the other, the one she was with. But the other nonetheless.
If he found about about this, he’d be furious. It was forbidden for her to have anything to do with him after all that had happened. The jealously would drive him to draw blood. She feared for his safety, but missed him more than anything.
Not having him in her life after being so dependent on him made her weak, dreary, sad.
But the weaker she got, the stronger her relationship with him got. He knew something was wrong. No matter how much she lied about being fine, he could tell she wasn’t as happy as she used to be.
She might have successfully blamed it on a lot of other believable things, but for how long?
Till she ran out of convincing reasons? Or till she couldn’t take it anymore?
She couldn’t lose him. She truly did love him.
How naive how her to want the best of both worlds just for once.
The best of two worlds that were very aware of each other, and were almost polar opposites.
One kind, caring, an asylum for her sensitivity but unable to grant her freedom and the other strong, protective but somewhat harsh on her weaknesses.
She knew what had to be done. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
She knew what she’d be getting into.
She didn’t want to hurt either of them, but blame her for being so helpless without either one.

Everything Means Something Now… ♔

  Everything means something now. Every glance, every sigh, every moment, it’s all adding up to building my palace of dreams. What I was so unused to has now become my reality. It seems like the time I spend there with him in his arms is my day, and out here alone, without him, is my dreary night. Seeing beyond him feels like a waste of time. The moments is spend around him are the ones that keep me alive, happy and energized. It’s like he’s my drug, and no matter how cliché this may sound, I for the first time know what it feels like to be addicted to something that keeps you high every millisecond you score it.

Every song I hear reminds me of him. Every lyric fills my mind with images of him and me holding me, embracing me, loving me, and I, silently but very truly falling deeper and deeper into his world. Drowning in his eyes barely seems suffocating. Believing every spell he casts has seized to feel silly.
I don’t know this feeling, but because of how he fills me with it I’m not afraid, not hesitant, as not only does he illuminate my world with glowing flames of passion and the warmth of love, but he seems to truly care about me. He wipes my tears so that I can comfortably make room for a much waited smile.

He shields me from the ice cold winds that would otherwise freely wear me down. He lifts my troubles onto his own shoulder and walks right by me even when I don’t need him to. Because he knows not needing him is a lie. I survive on him. I survive on the strength he gives me to fight another day.
When I’m alone with him, it feels like nothing else in the world matters. He fills the point of focus in an otherwise blurry picture. I see him clearly, smiling at me behaving foolishly but cherishing it none the less. The chords he strikes synchronize my heart beat. I’ve given myself to him in a way that I will not be able to recollect the shattered pieces I will be reduced to if he leaves me. For after all, when even glass shatters, the bigger more prominent pieces can be collected and glued back together, but the dust, the minute particles that hold those defined pieces together cannot and thus, the glass can never ever re-attain the beauty, the wholeness it once had.

How am I to convince him of this love? How am I to even show him that it exists in a way other then getting mesmerized every time he looks my way? How am I to convince myself of the reality that this may end? How will I live through it? Or will I just be reduced to another meaningless particle in this universe, timelessly suspended in a void so irreplaceable while life passes me by.

From Me, To You ♡

Look into my eyes, because I never want to let you out of my sight
Cuddle into my arms, because I feel safest when you hug me so tight

Listen to what I say, because no words can explain how I feel about you
Understand my love so I can believe you love me too
Be near when I’m afraid, because baby you’re my sturdy rock
Catch me when I fall so I’m confident to run instead of walk

Tell me that you need me so I know I can fix your mood
Scream at me when you’re angry so I know I can handle you when your rude

Show me your worst, because if I can’t love it I don’t deserve your best
Promise me you’ll never leave me, so I can feel more special than the restBe yourself, because it’s the best you can ever be
And I’m here forever, yours for eternity. :*

And the DrumBeat carries on..


You can’t hide from who you are… So be yourself! Be Proud to be YOU.

Always be yourself.
Make-up can temporarily paint over your flaws.
Pretending can temporarily fool people into thinking you’re something you’re not.
But eventually, when all the make-up washes off and you’re too sick and tired to pretend anymore,
Your true inner self stumbles out from behind the mess.
And if you try pretending you’re someone you aren’t for too long,
Then those foolish enough to fall for it will not understand the sudden change in you.
Ironically, the change will actually be who you are, but they won’t know that because they were too accustomed to your facade.

If you want people to like you for who you really are,
Have the guts to show them who you really are.
Everyone is beautiful. It’s all the lying and make-up that masks our inner beauty.

You think anyone really loves a person that’s always being fake?
Be careful. If you pretend too long, you might end up forgetting who you really are.
And when that happens, you’ll be lost in a world full of the posters you painted for yourself.
Confused whether the real you is the one you want to be, or the one you are right now.

At the Point where the Land meets the Sky. ©

Is it a bird?


The Campsite


A Steep Fall


But even the steepest slopes aren't impossible to climb..


Have you ever stood higher than the clouds?


the point the lands meet the skies..


Down on the pebble-y ground.


And the water shines in the colors gifted by the sky..


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