A Strange Dream

Last night I had a dream

Devoid of the usual gushing streams

And strange to tell as it was

It defied all the dream laws

I saw myself in a deserted place

I had in my hands a strange case

I opened it and a Genie appeared

Sans rippling muscles and flowing beard

“Speak your wish and it’ll be granted”

I looked around; to reach my home was what I wanted

But strangely enough, words poured out

They were these, beyond a doubt

“I want a thousand more Harry Potter books”

And the genie, clearly his head he shook

“You potter maniacs! Can’t you ask for a better thing?

You people don’t even want to be queen or King!”

I stood looking at him and said

“I've told you my wish and want it granted”

Pitying me he said

“I’ll first take you home instead

Then I’ll load you with the books

Don’t give me such dubious looks”

I agreed and he took me to my house

When I saw nothing after a pause

I questioned him on the promise he made

And noticed that the question he tried to evade

When prodded further, he replied

“Well, frankly speaking, I lied

I can do everything apart from this

How can I be Rowling Miss?

I’m a mere Genie and she is a God!

I myself have been waiting for a nod

From her that she’s writing another part

I hope you forgive me, I don’t know this art”

And with this he disappeared into the thin air

I started shouting for I couldn't bear

The pain of being deceived so well

“You stupid Genie, go to Hell!

You couldn't write more Harry Potter parts?”

I couldn't control my rage and wrath

I suddenly heard laughter in an environment so grim

And found that it had all been just a dream

T’was my sister who stood laughing as I shouted in vain

And she remarked “You Potter fans, you’ll never be sane!”

Following It Up

By now, I knew the corridors, the grounds, the classes and most importantly, I knew the Trio. I eagerly flipped through the pages, dreading my Mama's call sending me to the market to buy something or Dad's voice asking me to water the plants. I dreaded interruptions to my world to an extent that I read the book under the blanket with a bright torch or a huge flashlight by my side. I heard the voices in parseltongue, ran through the corridor splashing water to find Mrs. Norris lifeless and feared Filch. I suspected Malfoy when Ron suggested he might be behind all this. I even suspected foul play by Slytherin when Harry was injured in Quidditch match. And then I entered the chamber of secrets. The carcasses, the dust, the vestiges of a dreadful era gone by left me pale. Finally I watched Harry struggle with the Basilisk! How I gasped every time, it struck forcefully! And almost cried when its tooth pierced Harry's arm. Finally all was well and Harry returned to Privet Drive safely (Though to be tortured by the Dursleys)

And thus the magic started...

It was an idea... a magical idea which led to the creation of these characters- the brave Harry Potter, the loyal Ronald Weasely, the studious Hermione Granger and so forth. A little boy in some quiet corner of the world was told by a man he did not know that he was a wizard. The boy was taken to a school of Wizardry and I followed him... I followed him in through the double doors into the Great Hall of Hogwarts School, into the Hogwarts Grounds, inside Hagrid's Hut, in Dumbledore's office, the Gryffindor common room and endless other magical corners... I saw the magical world up and close. I shrieked at the sight of the troll, almost fainted at the sight of Voldemort and cheered with the rest of the Gryffindor house after winning the House Cup. But I was saddened when I saw Harry leave for I did not know that he would come back...back to the place I loved exploring alongside the trio. And I did explore it...again... and...again...

Tribute to Rowling

Hiya all you potter maniacs sitting over there!! So... Potter mania or I'd rather say potter craziness got ya here...right...ain't I? Well...I wouldn't disappoint you 'coz you are one like me( yeah..you got it right...a POTTER FAN!!). To start with I guess it wouldn't be a bad idea to pay tribute to the greatest witch of all times Ms. Joane Rowling fondly called "Jo". A million thanks to her for making a naive girl's boring life so interesting and full of magic!I'm sure it's not just the case with me, the same is for most of you. I love to sit in a room(feeling as if I am in the Gryffindor common room) enjoying the jokes of the weasely twins, intently listening to the lectures by Hermione, smiling at the the whims of Ron, praising the acts of heroism of the boy who lived, letting out a small scream at the mention of you know who, and yes....getting irritated by constant disturbance while trying to finish Snape's work or Professor Binn's lengthy essays...Huh! But my mum's voice pierces through my ear drums and I'm back to square one. Carrying Harry Potter(any part) in my hand walking very slowly, not wanting to close the book and having to meet mama's stare which immediately tells me I've got to do my homework. And then, it's me taking out my school books with a heavy heart, all the while praising Rowling for her incredible work. Thus, I would like to kick start my  blog by saluting Rowling. Could you be so kind as to stand up and give her a standing ovation?? Yes...Thank you!