Castle. Comic Con.

Comic Con. Was. AMAZING.

#Castle

NEVER thought I’d enjoy it THIS much! I was rolling on the bed LAUGHING!! No, SERIOUSLY!

Nathan, is, the funniest guy ever. EVER.

Stana wasn’t there, but it was still ROCKING! And I never knew Molly was so awesome! She turned up dressed like Nathan in Firefly! OMG! *stillflailing* *refusingtocomebacktoearth*

First of all – thank you, hosnbros, or I never would have seen this self-lifting event from the other side of the world.

A few points I tweeted earlier. Actually, most of them were exclamatory marks, but I can hopefully decipher them. 

There was also a sneak peek for the beginning of Season 4. Shows Kate being driven to the hospital, and Lanie trying to save her. Castle runs with the stretcher behind them, since it was mechanical and all. On the whole, it made me stagger a bit.

I was screaming at my screen for more. I needed more, right then!

Tamala said that the season premier was going to be *dropsded* more epic than the last season's finale. Yeah, you heard me. Uh huh. 

"The whole outcome is really going to be more epic than the season finale,"

*izzded* *writestherestasazombie*

And *surprised* I didn't know Jon Huertas really did serve years in the US Air force! Wow. That's just wow.

Seamus says they weren't acting when they were saying goodbye to the Captain, they were really going to miss Ruben. "Ruben was fantastic, and we miss him terribly. When we found out, it was very shocking."

Molly stood up to show off her dress. Nathan says he had a gun just like that one, and it went missing. :D

When the 'Triple Killer' is mentioned, Molly says, "Oh, that guy you guys let get away?" Seamus: I think we're going to see a crime committed, and Kevin Ryan's gun being used."

Seamus is married to the woman who plays Jenny! Isn't that cute and just AMAZING?

I. Want. Graphic. Novel. CANNOT. Wait. Until. 

Alexis might not be happy about Castle and Beckett together. So won't the replacement of the Captain, it seems. Sigh.

:D There might be fights bween Castle and Esposito as to who's to be the best man at Kevin's wedding. *leansback* I just want Beckett to catch the bouquet. Or since these guys just don't get it, maybe Castle and Beckett cld catch it together.

In Ep3.04, the neck brace Espo used actually hurt. :D

Q from the mod. What breakfast item does Castle cook one morning. They actually cldn't remember! SMORELETTES!!!!! 

Alexis: I'm the adult on this set.

The man who plays Castle's rival, Victor Webster, is (seemingly) a full head taller than Nathan, which I don't know. :| But there was a fun acting out on how Jon blocks Castle and Victor from fake fighting or something[?] I do remember the "Whatwhatwhatwhatwhat" :D Hee!

Then there was so much laughing. I don't remember what happened, but I'll find out and write it in. 

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Season 4 might bring up Castle's DAD! We're going to have a fuun season, I guess! YAY!

The cast is asked who they'd want as Castle's Dad. I remember clearly that Nathan immediately said "Chris Walken" at the last Comic Con, but this year, Tamala said that. Molly said it would be a nice twist it was Susan who did it. :D :D :D :D :D

Nathan? He said it would William Katt. :D Look him up if you don't know who that is.

Nathan asks if he was like his character, and the rest of the cast looks around doubtfully. Molly peeks in and asks, "Oh, he's asking if he's funny in real life?" She mock-laughs. "Haha, that's so funny." *hugsher* You're amazing!

Nathan says that they don't really do everything right off the script. "We make something great, and then we present it." 

Molly: We're wired at all times.

In 3.07, there's a chinese line. 

Nathan said the last line himself! *squee* He also mentions that he thought of whistling XMen in that ep. :D

Nathan says that when he takes off his hat, people wld look at him and say, "That hair - it's Nathan Fillion." He showed how he could shake it like it was a wig. "It's a blessing. And a curse."

Awww... they talk about a poss. replacement for Stana.... Nathan: Guys. Too soon. (pauses) But very funny.

It actually was. :D

Nathan: Typically, if you're on a TV show with me, the thing you have to look forward to is cancellation." Noooo, that's not true! :D

Nathan: Everyone has a bit of Indiana Jones in them... Molly, yours is more on the outside.

Someone asks Seamus a question, something like, how he wants his character backstory to be? Well, :D, he starts answering it in a looong way, and Nathan starts sinking back in his seat, and sinking, and sinking, until he disappears, and everyone's laughing, and then he pops up far to the right next to Molly! ROFL!!!! THEY HUG!!!!! CUTEST THING ON EARTH, WITH THE LOOK ON NATHAN'S FACE!!!! AWWWW!!!!

A kutti kid stands up and asks if they've played pranks on set. This Q is always asked.

Seamus says about a prank with zipties, and he figured out it was Jon. :D

Nathan: Never touch a man's car. Never. Touch. A man's. Car.       Or Spaceship.

ROFL!

T'was so much FUN!!! 

Can't wait for Castle to start airing already! Sheesh!

Season 4 trailer. 

Squee! Firefly, The Spirit, Castle and Suits have something in common.

*OMG*

Malcolm Reynolds and Zoe Washburne.

The Spirit and rookie cop Morgenstern.

Harvey and Jessica.

Castle and Beckett.

COOL!!!!!

Woke up to this.

At 3:17 AM, IST. It was on my screen. I’d just slept off at 12 something, but I managed to cap this. Thought it was beautiful.

Abhishek and I.

  My little brother.

           The tiny bundle of jumpiness who always manages to get on my nerves, even when he’s more than 400 kilometers away.

            I was about to be ten, and he was born. I remember every second that day; I’d come back from school late, and it was one of the many nights my mom had gone overnight to the hospital. I went to sleep, and I remember forgetting to turn on the AC.

            When I woke up, at 5 the next morning, I opened my eyes, and my father was just sitting there at the edge of the bed, smiling widely at me. It never occurred to me how he didn’t bother to wake me up. The only thing I could see was the huge, crazy grin on his face, and that was when I knew.

            I was too sleepy for poetry, so I simply asked, “Is he born?”

            I found out that my Dad could grin even wider than he previously had.

            After a lot of childish gushing from both sides, we hopped into the car and drove to Vijaya Hospital, where I saw him for the first time (excluding the vague UltraSonic images).

            He was beautiful.            

            My dad told me that he was my brother. I was amazed at the new responsible feeling I got that day, and yeah, a bit of jealously that I wouldn’t be the only one anymore. But everyone assured me that I would never be left alone.

            He was cute. Very, very cute. It was sad to see someone who was going to entirely depend on the people around him, for everything. He had fragile, smooth skin, that looked like it would dissolve on touching, barely formed bones, and a small, small mouth.

            But soon, this new little guy lost his heavy impact on my life. He would just sleep, and do nothing else, and even when I tried poking him awake when he was asleep, my grandmother would shoo me away. I kept a large distance from him, looking up from my homework when he was brought out, stuff like that. And I didn’t really mind. Many of my relatives said that my parents were giving partiality to me, and not to him.

            He started walking when he was just nine months old. He was crawling two months before that, and he was talking a lot when he was one. But the two of us always lacked that bond brothers and sisters were supposed to have.

            I sometimes recall this one time I offered to lift him up in the living room, before he even started to crawl. He was so small, and I remember how happy I was, with the small, cute little thing in my arms.

            Then I smiled, took a step, and slipped forward.

            I don’t remember what happened when I fell, but in the end, I realized that I had spun around so that I would fall on my back, grasping onto him, and I was crying (honestly, I was) in fear that he was hurt. He simply giggled and hugged me back.

            My parents were so happy that day. I guessed the shrill pain in my spine for two days after was worth it, after all.

            When he was three years old, I joined a hostel and he went to Madurai to stay with my grandparents. He came to the hostel only like three times that year, and he would leave immediately, without saying a word, hugging me sometimes. I never really thought of him as my brother after the separation, and he was too young to realize that I was, in fact, his sister.

            “Hug him.” My mother would say, her arms folded, standing in front of the girl’s hostel when he came to visit. I would roll my eyes and wrap my hands around him.

            My friends would tell me that he seemed to love me more than I loved him. I would reply by asking them what time it was.

            When he was four, and I was crossing fourteen, I found out that my brother was really, really smart. The girls in the hostel were delighted with him, his innocence, and his IQ. 

            I spent about two weeks with him during the tenth standard holidays. We didn’t talk that much, because I had no idea about what to talk to a four-year-old. We always fought for the remote. I would want to check out the movies playing on HBO, but he would want to see Tom & Jerry. :D

            I always won over the fights we had, and he would scream and cry and run to my mother, if she was there, and she would snatch the remote from me and change the channel for him. If she wasn’t, I’d just leave him crying.

            Then he went back to Madurai, and I went back to school. I never really thought about him, and if I did, it was because someone asked me about him.

            The next time I saw my brother properly was about two months ago, during a cousin’s wedding. He’s six, now, and he’s grown much taller. I could tell he was really smart in the very first day. Sure, he did do a lot of naughty things, but a lot of them had a level of maturity that nobody would have expected from a person that young.

            He asked cool questions about how things worked, and he had a SPECTACULAR memory. Tell him something today, and he’ll remember it the next time you asked him, whether it’s a month later, or a year later, or it’s the most unimportant thing on earth. Sometimes he acted as though he didn’t remember it, and then when you ask him a couple of more times, he would sigh and answer as if it was no big deal. He remembered what I liked, and what I didn’t like, and was sad to see that I couldn’t remember what his favorite cars were.

            I never understood how I was the EXACT opposite in remembering things. Ask anyone. I’m a terrible  person when it comes to remembering things.

            Suddenly one day, my grandmother called me into a room when he was building a house out of Lego blocks. I looked at her, petrified about what she was going to say.

            She told me that he had cried one day to her that I was never talking to him.

            Ouch.

            Imagining a six-year old say that hurt.

            So I tried to talk to him as much as I could, but I didn’t know what to talk with a boy ten years younger than me. I think he was smart enough to understand that I had no idea what to do with him.

            He left the next day.

            I was looking at a couple of pictures of the two of us the other day, and I felt bad when I realized that he deserved to be treated special, and I had never bothered to show him that the small place I had in my heart for him even existed. I hadn’t treated him like I should have, and he left without realizing how terrible I was feeling.

            Then he came again. Last month. My friends told me to act like a sister.

            So I tried to act like one, and he started smiling, as if he could see how hard I was trying, and that seemed to open new doors for me. No one except him seemed to understand the tough time I had to talk with him, and that amazed me even more.

            Then he took the boiled egg I was eating off my plate and ate it in one swift move, spoiling everything. But I guess that’s what brothers are for.  

 written on 10/2/11. 

Lego-style apartment transforms into infinite spaces

My first time alone.

In an airport. All by myself.

I remember some people telling me, “Oh, wow! That’s amazing! I’d do ANYTHING to go on an airplane alone!” Well, I have four words to say about going to an airport alone for sixteen year olds like me who’ve never done that before.

Hell must be better.

I wish I was exaggerating. Maybe it was my luck. Maybe it’s my fate that everything I did until I reached Mumbai went wrong some way or the other.

My grandparents had asked their go-to guy the day before for a driver to take us to the airport at 11:45 AM, since the flight was at 1:30. Either the guy had a memory problem or he was already mad, ‘cause when he called at 12:00, he simply replied that he had forgot, and that he was on a boat in Kodaikannal, @##$#%@&%$.

So we caught two autos, one for the luggage and my grandfather, and another for my grandmother and me.

It was HOT. Hot would be an understatement. Hot air blew through my eyes, and the sting lasted until the night, even after I got my sunglasses out. We got there on time, thankfully, and but there was a small confusion on the way to the gate I don’t even want to say in detail. Stupidest thing ever.

So I got to the ticket counter with my FIITJEE IDC, somehow already tired, and I start stammering in the name of telling what place I’m going to.

“Baroda. Vadodara. I mean, Mumbai. Jet airways?”

That’s precisely what I said. I got an eyebrow raise.

*facepalm* “Bombay.”

“Are you sure?”

And I blinked for a while, wondering whether that was just a polite way of laughing in my face. I finally got the ticket, a printed string of letters, and I said goodbye to my grandparents.

I remember thinking that the tough part was over.

*laugh*

“Move!” someone behind me shouted. My trolley was too heavy to meet his requirements, though.

The bag I took was… complicated. It wasn’t your average pulling thing with the pullable long handle. It was something like a large ball with lots of straps and four wheels underneath. A heavy ball. I had to check that in all by myself with a huge line of grumpy people.

The phone in my pocket started ringing when I tried to lift my bag to get the tag thing. I had to ignore it, but before that could even register in my mind, I got shouted at yet again. :| :|

Then I pushed the trolley to the check in counter to what I thought was the end of the line. 

Well. What I thought was terribly wrong. I don't even have to say what everyone behind me in the actual line told me.

So after a long time, I went to the place they check hand luggage, and that was probably the only place nothing drastic happened. I first took my cell phone with me to the patting-down area, though, but that was no big deal. Just had to run and give it and stand in the line again.

It was 12:45, and 12:50 was the boarding time. I ran with a heavy school bag on my shoulders and a laptop bag in my hand.

I went to Gate 5 and stood somewhere around since the sign said that they were boarding passengers on the flight to Hyderabad. I called my father and told him everything I could until I noticed a new line start to form. I went there, and the time was around 1:00, so I was sure it was the line for Mumbai.

Until the whole line started dissolving. I stared blankly.

A lady with a pink shirt said some gate number and "First floor!" and I STUPIDLY thanked her and ran up the steps. Stupid, stupid, stupid. That was one mistake I could have avoided.

After I ran up the steps (the escalator actually wasn't working. I mean, come on, it's an airport!), I stood at that gate for two minutes.

Then my senses came back to me, 'cause I tapped the shoulder of the person in front of me and asked him/her, "Chennai to Mumbai?"

Head shake. "Delhi."

AAAH!! I ran like a lunatic. It was a miracle that the plane I was boarding was late and I could make it two minutes before the boarding. 

Don't ask. I don't remember where this is. 

i plopped down on my seat. I must have looked terrible, 'cause someone in the plane helped me put my bags up and offered to buy me a drink later. I fell asleep while I was talking.

It was a two hour flight. I woke up about ten minutes before the plane landed, and my ears hurt for a good one hour afterwards. I talked to my parents, and then Kaushika for twenty three minutes, which cooled me down. I remember her asking me why I was talking that softly. I simply couldn't hear anything at all, and I really didn't want to shout in that quiet Mumbai airport.


The second flight sort of made up for the first flight. There were two hours between the two flights, so I settled down with the latest Reader's Digest, two paneer wraps and a cup of awesome hot chocolate. 


The hot chocolate was extraordinary. :) I loved it. The second flight wasn't that bad. It was delayed by 45 minutes, though, as though it just had to satisfy the way that nothing went smoothly in the whole trip.


So. To all those people who think going on a flight alone is exciting. Well.


It sure is.