Tintin is More Than Just Fiction

When you’d be imagining superheroes, the one thing that seems to pop out as one the most innate quality is that they’ve always been saviours. This is applicable even while you are thoroughly focussed on a Marvel movie, so much so that you are totally oblivious to the existence of popcorn, and you try to anticipate as to how would the superhero be saving the society from mayhem.

Well, the same could be said about Tintin and his adventures as well. This sharp, witty and intelligent reporter from Belgium acts as a huge respite from a boring, monotonous and dull day, when a little bit of reading him and thereby following him through his adventurous expeditions act as a great source of entertainment, education and exposure. I mention education more as honestly, before studying Tintin, I had no inkling about the word, Arachnophobia. Also, what was intrinsically funny is the fact that Captain Haddock, a Merchant Marine sea captain, and the best friend of Tintin, suffered highly from the same, and nostalgia stated that those dialogues of him expressing fright seemed to be the most fun. 

Those following my blogs would be knowing already that I have a huge tryst for fiction and that Tintin, to me is more than just a fictional character. One that is capable of gleaming up my mornings, days, afternoons and nights, and even weekends for that matter. Although, in the early days, a few critics of Tintin mentioned that he while he’d be uncovering mysteries, he’d often be oblivious to the fact that he was a reporter, and that he needed to file stories on the same. While during the end of each stories, there would be a happy conclusion, due to him solving all those inextricable riddles, yet one can’t really state that his journalistic abilities were being fully utilised. 

However, that, under no circumstances can bar an equally eccentric follower of Tintin, from developing a supreme amount of ecstasy, tad bit coupled with romanticism. To an immaculate, perhaps imbecile follower like me, the heart doesn’t really seek facts and figures, when there is a lot of information readily available already. Part of them extends towards Professor Calculus and Captain Haddock as well. Yet, Tintin has a special place occupied inside, one that isn’t impermanent, and even though I cannot catch hold of his classics that often now, I do something that am best at, perhaps.

No, not writing.

But nomenclature, and this time I implemented it by naming my cat, Tintin.