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Saturday, March 16, 2013

Moving On



Have you experienced a loss, Mr. Reader? Have you felt the heaviness of an empty heart? Have you fought your destiny hard only to realize how powerless you are? Have you picked the bruised pieces of your heart and tried to pull yourself together? If you have, Mr. Reader, then this poem is for you.                                                                               

Carefree I wander,
Like a fleck of mist.
Like the aroma of lavender,
On the winds I drift.

One by one I have shred,
My ties to the undead.
Turn by turn I have severed,
The strings with my endeared.

Soft my heart has bled,
Tears a countless hundred.
Until grief too forsook!
And with silence my heart shook!

Serene peace settled,
On my mind long rattled;
Like the quiet after the storm.
Like a dream without a form.

To the zenith
I ready my wings
I soar above
The earthly reigns!

Like a fleck of mist
Carefree I wander!
On the winds I drift
Like the aroma of lavender!


Monday, March 11, 2013

Reading between the magical lines


After a sad or a stressed out day, I often resort to a select few ways to unwind: watching a random episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S (a full season to recover from a particularly bad bout), a quick shopping trip, a long shopping trip, a coffee at Aromas or reading a chapter from the Harry Potter books! I have been a devote Harry Potter fan since almost 10 years now. I must have watched its movies so many times that I am sure that if you may mute it, I could say aloud the whole of its dialogues! Many of us, I know, have been held similarly spellbound by J.K.Rowling’s spells. Today I wish to tell you though of some amazing realizations that have struck me, reflecting over these amazing books:
#1: We are never truly alone: I remember I was reading the graveyard scene of the GoF climax; Harry takes a short respite behind a marble stone in his duel with Voldermort and feels like the end has come.  I realised how lonely Harry feels..and then it struck me- so profoundly- I still remember the philosophical gratification from the thought...’he is not alone! He can never be alone! Rowling is with him! She is guiding his every move.’ Extending the analogy I thought of how God must be with us the same way, writing our destinies. Just as J.K. is always with each and every character of the book at each and every moment so must there be someone with each and every one of us even at the seemingly loneliest times. This enlightening thought still reassures me on the worst of my days.
#2: Boy-girl friendships are often misunderstood: (This realization has come to me often even otherwise) but I guess the first time was in Order of Phoenix; Harry and Cho go out on a date on Valentine’s Day and Harry also has to meet Hermione there and Cho gets very upset about it. Even Ron doubts their relationship! But it is after all not so hard to believe, as Ron and Hermione did indeed tranceed their friendship into love. And yet Harry and Hermione’s friendship remained so pure and truthful till the end. So the bottom line I learnt was that it is not rare that one may find a soulmate in our best friend but it is also equally possible to find the dearest of an endearing friendship between a girl and a guy.
#3: Everything happens for a reason: I guess the climax of each of the seven parts most resoundingly shouts this thought in your brain! Thats what every good book must!.. But I guess this feeling was strongest on reading the disastrous decision of Harry and Hermoine to visit the Godric’s Hollow in HP7. Even the tragedies happen only for the ultimate good. I always have forced myself to remember this truth everytime life has seemed harsh!...everything happens for a reason, not one word of that damn series is a waste of ink! If it’s not a happy ending then it’s not the end yet! All good and bad things happen for a reason (and a good one at that).
#4: It is okay to not know all the ‘hows’: HP 7- when Ron openly revolts against Harry for being miserably out of answers on their plans. And yet it all unravels slowly, there shines a way, just as it always does. You dont have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step.
#5: Even a heartless villain loves his alma mater: Where else could the last unfound Horcrux be found?..Ofcourse in the Hogwarts! The only thing (living or otherwise) that mellowed even a soul less man’s heart!.. Oh dear Mr. Reader! I am so so going to miss my IIT soon!
We all know these truths, but it is quite another pleasure when they swoop down on you on their own; more so, at a very young and an impressionable age. Ofcourse there is so much more we all have learnt from HP; the good guy beats the bad guy (moral of the story), love conquers all, impossibly bad days pass, to overcome our fears, to believe in a happy ending and ofcourse how to find a little magic in this muggle world of ours (by reading Harry Potter!)

                                                                                                                                                                

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Hello Again!


Welcome back, dear Mr. Reader! What a long time it has been! There is just so much, so much that I wish to just blurt out. Last few months have been, well intense. So much unfolded in my life and at such bewildering pace, oh you must excuse me for missing out on catching up with you.

There is always a doubt on how much personal I can go on a publicly personal blog! So, I decided to disguise my stories in a poem. Well, the one here probably suggests nothing more than that there is a lot to tell, but what can I say? After such a long gap, probably the first thing I wish to tell you is just right that- there is just so much to tell! So much has changed and yet so much more has lined up for the same.

Oh Lord of Time,
To your Might I bow;
How curiously you changed,
All I know!

You are heartless,
Yet kind!
Or are you excruciatingly
Blind?

Doubts you breed
(In me)
Yet all my hopes
Hatch in Thee!

Yet still I dream again,
Knowing it may be in vain!
And pray You, I but the same,
Make not my life, but a game!