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!)

                                                                                                                                                                

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!

A Crafted Wizardry

 I don’t remember how the sparks flew, 
 Was it your smile or your eyes set in golden hue? 
 I don’t remember why my world sparkles brightful new, 
 But oh Honey! I must have been my luckiest best
 The day I first met you!


 It is so hard not to romanticize romance, 
 To miss to epitomise the magic of our first dance! 
 For true love feels such a crafted wizardry,
 And our little stories spin fairytale legendary! 


 I feel like my life were touched by Gods,
 How else could my heart rhyme the perfect chords! 
 I cry shame to fools who wrath true love
 And pity the souls chained from the Vow
 For your love makes my soul so blissed,
 Afloat the clouds since the day we kissed!

The Post Midsem Effect

It is extremely liberating to write to you Mr. Reader. Yes, I have missed you too.

Today’s post is an abstract article probably courtesy the tranquil silence just after midsems and the many open ended philosophical questions which subsequently crowd my mind. To start with I have never liked Darwin’s evolution hypothesis. And here’s why- if gradual evolution were to be indeed true then why do amoebas still exist? Why did only a subset of monkeys in Africa evolve to ape man, why did the rest of them retain their primordial physique? Does this also mean that right now a subset of humans are also evolving faster than the junk mass and someday evolve to a superman specie alone? If Darwin’s theory is not wrong then it is atleast incomplete. What happened to the Homo Errectus, did all of them collectively metamorphose into homo sapiens (and then collectively again from homo sapiens to homo sapiens sapiens) or did their residual primordial subset all go extinct? (which is again strange as residual primordials from amoebas to monkeys have still managed to survive!)

Darwin’s Theory has another fascinatingly brutal hypothesis- survival of fittest. This makes you wonder agape at the marvellous Nature and basically give the motivation for all the fan lore of Animal Planet. From camouflage to cactus thorns, from polar bears to caterpillars, nature seems to be a breathtaking masterpiece of the Great Master. But then I wonder why if the chameleon is indeed so brilliant as to adapt its genius camouflage why then is it so dumb? Why do we have hierarchy in intelligence of species? Isn’t the humble amoeba too an incredible genius to exist in the shape that it does? Doesn’t it have the perfect combination of organic molecules to perfectly execute all its biological processes? But now I ask- who gave it its molecules? Surely if it had to assemble them on its own, it would have been 5 times more brilliant than Einstein!

This points out to only a single explanation- the existence of God! The existence of a superconciousness and a separate existence of low level or a dormant consciousness. The hierarchy of intelligence in species could in reality be the hierarchy of the dormancy of the superconciousness.

But do you realize what is happening in the world now, the rat race of men, well it is the surviaval of fittest contest. But hold your breath- it is being fought at the level of the ordinary consciousness. We are actively (dormant-consciously) involved in this race. This is suddenly so worrisome for all the previous races were fought at the level of superconciousness- the biological changes and adaptations- the cactus did not have to really really rack its brains and spend sleepless nights to solve its problems- the thorns just happened, just happened that’s right, the cactus fought its race at the level of the superconciousness. The competition among the humans is much more inhuman for here we do have to spend restless nights hunting in search of the newer adaptations.

Aah now, all that I basically wanted to say is that the rat race is unfair. Even more importantly that I feel midsems are unfair and that I can go to any lengths to prove that point! Well, did I?- please leave a comment if I managed to convince you and also if I didn’t and you would like to correct me somewhere.

A Lonely Ode

Weeping stainless blood
All her lonely nights;
The Princess she awaits
The return of her Knight.

Her handsome Knight,
Very brave indeed;
Must fight his battles
On noble steed,
To master they say
The distant highlands,
On return to be
Crowned their King.

Their glorious love
From memories sweet,
Now haunts her down
Every lane and street.

Hand in hand,
In Castle Towns
They had walked around
In fancy gowns.
And roses aglow
May grow a hundred,
But never so dear
As her gifted red.

She prays to the moon,
She prays her stars,
She prays to see
The return of her Czar!
She curses the evil
Lord of the Time,
Who seems to walk
Snail slow his rhyme.
Her world has frozen,
Her little heart pains,
When memories haunt
On Castle Town lanes.

Teary pearls
Blur her sight;
The Princess she awaits,
The return of her Knight.

Happy Birthday Papa!

I wonder what words
Could I ever phrase
To thank you Papa
In all glory and praise
The countless blessings you have created for me,
Working all your nights all days.

You have carried me on your shoulder
When I was too small to see
And you watched as I giggled
When you bounced me up your knee.

You have held me close
And wiped my tears
You have taught me
How to battle my fears

My life, I owe you all
And a million thanks
Would still be small

In my little heart
Papa, you are the face of God;
The bravest, the strongest,
Who can surpass all odds.

Now the more I sit
With a quill in my hand
Forging words
To glory you grand;
The words have slowed low their pace
For tears of love
To roll down my face
Now here I stop and rest my quill
All clueless and as confused still,
How to thank and wish you today,
Many a many happy returns of the day!

Fanatic Feminism

Back I am! Greetings Mr.Reader. My little monologue has been long overdue now but today is your lucky day and your evasive friend is back. Yes, she has missed you too.

And what do I want to tell you today? Something girly its got to be now, eh? Ofcourse! Well its not about a fuss on any of an isolated girly topics, this blog is about the whole package; this blog is about the girly life of a girl. It is about that imperishable tender outlook of the world, the uninterrupted pride of beauty, the enduring warmth and the eternal love. It is the fuss about the fuss, the pinky gloss, the tinkering bangles, the fashionista satins, the flowing curls, oh I can go on for ever. It is about that privilege to watch your boyfriend hold your hand and go on his knees. But there is much more to the fable than what meets the eye. I am in no mood to write about the ugly dark fears and blatantly derogatory crime saga, I will restrict it to the joys and sorrows of girls in the normal bandwidth of the social structure.

The pro-feminist revolution took the world by the storm and happened so fast, like a blink of the eye. It is hardly a three generation old phenomenon, atleast in India. No questions it is damn too good, damn too euphoratic yet assurably here to stay. But there was an unseen backlash, the making of an alpha-woman. All of a sudden new species took birth- the chopped hair tomboy, the funky lady guitarist, the working mom, the corporate wife and a specie highly prototyped out of ages and ages of evolution, the lovely homemaker-riped.

I don’t know how other girls fare, but sometimes the Modern Age takes a heavy toll on me. To start with, when you are a girl in IIT, the entire society looks up in awe to you. When I check up at the airport, and show my I-card, its always such a wild pleasure to watch the reaction of the security gaurds. When even your uncle’s neighbour’s cousin’s friend gloats you with admiration, you just get the kick of your life! But its not for free, the shity world demands much too larger! I know it expects me to be that top brass professional drawing fat plump salaries some day, and ofcourse get married and ofcourse cook food, and ofcourse breed children and ofcourse look great and ofcourse all at the same time! There is no escape, no trap door out of anything. You know what, I don’t want it that way. I mugged all my life, because I have loved mugging. I never really gave JEE, because I wanted to live in IIT. Believe it or not, it was only because I loved the thrills of that brain storming exam. And I am really not staying in IIT because it is the gatway to work my ass off in a stud office. Its only because I am loving every moment of the present, every joy, every aspect of the lifestyle.

I don’t want to be the career woman bossing my man, and its rather too obscene to think of being the alpha woman providing the better bread than my man. How will you react if I say I don’t even want to be his friend, but let him be my master? No thats suddenly so blasphemous these days. I cant help it, the rudimentary homemaker evolutionary genes are just too stubborn to be stomped out from me. I know I must be somewhere at the extreme end of the spectrum and most girls have better adapted to the new age dynamics than me. But thats the irony of feminists- they so badly want the rise of the fairer sex, but shouldn’t their work end when girls equal boys? Why the sarcastic torture and fear of Gently Falls the Bakula? Why the insatiable race to dominate?