A Tribute to Harry Potter
“Alas it’s over” - phrase which always comes to mind when I finish a novel. The book goes back to the
shelves and it hardly gets the warmth of my hands again. It never mattered whether its’ Robert Langdon,
Hercule Poirot or Sherlock, never had any attachments with the characters. For me it was just another
book or just another character or just another art of fiction. But when it comes to Harry Potter,
things are different.
For me it all started in the year 2002, when my sister brought a book from her friend. It took her two
days to finish that book. I had never seen her getting deep into any of her novels. Out of curiosity
I asked her about the book. She said, “Its’ about an orphan, who has got magical powers”.
It sounded interesting to me and by the time I asked her for the book, it was gone.
It was the month of April; I was staying in a hostel. My friend bought a book for his kid brother.
My eyes went wide when I saw the book, it was the one that my sister had. And for the next
two days I was in the wonder world of Harry, Hermione and Ron. I saw him fighting Basilisk in the
Chamber of Secrets. And when it got over, it had left its charm over me. I searched
for the first part and started my journey with Harry Potter, the kid who survived ‘Avada Kedavara’.
Then on I never missed any part. I waited for the next whenever a part got finished.
‘Order of Phoenix’, the best part I have ever read. Never thought that JK will portrait her protagonist
as a figure of total ignorance and stupidity. Kudos to her courage, her charm worked again and
I was able to see Harry as someone from our own herd of people, who was very much prone to mistakes.
By the time I finished that book in the candle light, I started thinking about him. I felt empathetic to the little kid.
Yesterday I finished reading the last book. At the time when I reached the 36th chapter, I felt like not reading
the book further. It was not because I was not curious about the climax, it was because I knew that this is the
last book and I won’t be seeing Harry Potter again.
I was there to adore him when he was a little kid lying in small basket, when Dumbledore gave that kid to Dursleys’,
I was there to feel his pain when he was treated badly by his Uncle and Aunt,
I was there to sing n applaud when he celebrated his birthday with Hagrid,
I was there to wonder with my eyes wide open when he first crossed Platform 9 ¾,
I was there with trembling hands and legs when he first fought Lord Voldermort,
I was there to feel the wind when he flew in Mr. Weasleys’ car,
I was there with fear and agony when he fought Basilisk,
I was there with all my curiousness when he first met Sirius,
I was there to enjoy when he formed his first Petronus- the stag,
I was there under his invisibility cloak whenever he wandered out,
I was there with a smile on my face when he felt shy on seeing Cho n Ginny,
I was there with my eyes wet with tears when Dumbledore died.
It has been a long journey with Harry. A journey which started with ‘Avada Kedavara’ and ended with ‘Expelliarmus’ .
I feel empty from inside when I start realizing that I won’t be seeing Harry Potter books again. The HP journey,
which started 5 years back for me, has come to an end. I promise, my collection of Harry Potter won’t lay in
the dark with other books.It will be there in front of me whenever I want to visit the wonder world of Harry, Hermione and Ron.
It will always have the warmth of my hands.
Hats off to Joanne "Jo" Rowling
Thursday, July 26
Tuesday, July 17
No Topic !!!
Clutch… First Gear … Accelerator…
I have got no topic for this particular story. As always I tried my best to find out a word or two, which would probably summarize the whole story, but I couldn’t. Hope I will find one by the end of this story. Keep guessing what it is all about. So here we go…
Second gear…..
Now the protagonist of this particular story is my roomie “Sundar”. His name reminds me of the old Raj kapoors’ character in the movie Sangam. Hey just a minute… only his name is similar to that of Raj Kapoors’ character not his attitude-personality or looks… He is smart, young, working in a reputed software company, his brain is still working perfectly (I have to tell this coz I mentioned software company).I hope that will give a foggy sketch of Sundar. So that’s Sundar for you.
From here on the story contains 90% imagination, 5% my personal experience, 4 % from the in depth learning of various FWDs related to love and of course 1% of truth.
Now let’s move to highway…third gear...
Last Saturday it was Sundars’ birthday. He organized a party for his friends at Hotel ShivSagar. Since one of my flat mates had gone to his native place, Sundar decided to give an Exclusive Flatmates’ treat on the next weekend. Means, we were not invited to his birthday party. Anyway the story has nothing to do with his flat mates. Let’s move on. He invited around 12 of his project mates/schoolmates/friends to his party. 5 of them had CAT classes, 2 were down with cold, 1 was out of town and 2 were sugars (who got dissolved in the rain). In the end there were only 2 chaps to celebrate his birthday. Lucky Sundar!!! His credit card is still in his purse, yet to see the outside world.
No Traffic… fourth gear ….
This is when we can judge our true friends. And I think these two are the closest friends he has in Pune. He met Radha at MPIXC (Multi Prupose Infy Xerox Center) in the month of November and they became friends. Their friendship grew in the chilly winter and in the hot summer and here she was in the month of July as one of his trusted friends. “Ravi”, his project mate, I am still not sure whether he is his best friend or whether he turned up because of Miss. Xerox. Whatever the reason be, Ravi was also there. Radha presented a beautifully wrapped gift to Sundar. At first he thought it was a book, later on he realized that it was a photo frame. And it had a beautiful picture of a young lady walking down the lane with a gentleman. Sundar was touched and he ordered all the cuisines that the Shivsagar guyz had. The so called party was over by 8 p.m. Radhas’ flat was around 10 k.m. from the Hotel and she was scared to go alone. Soon Sundar was making his way to the Auto stands. He got totally drenched and his dresses were stinking. Some how he got an auto and asked the driver to go to Shivsagar. As he reached the Hotel he saw a Pulsar stopping next too his Auto. It was Ravi. “Dude, don’t worry about her, I will drop her… You can take the Auto to your Flat and get yourself a hot cup of tea, else you will catch cold”. Ravi didn’t miss a single chance…. he scored as much as he could. Sundar was left all alone. The young lady was riding down the lane with his friend. Hey!!! Now that something similar to Rajkapoors’ Sangam “Dosth..dosth….Naa raha.. Pyar.. Pyar.. naa raha….” . And with a broken heart he came back to Flat. When I enquired about the party he just said three words….probably the topic of my story, “Chicks like bikes”.
I have got no topic for this particular story. As always I tried my best to find out a word or two, which would probably summarize the whole story, but I couldn’t. Hope I will find one by the end of this story. Keep guessing what it is all about. So here we go…
Second gear…..
Now the protagonist of this particular story is my roomie “Sundar”. His name reminds me of the old Raj kapoors’ character in the movie Sangam. Hey just a minute… only his name is similar to that of Raj Kapoors’ character not his attitude-personality or looks… He is smart, young, working in a reputed software company, his brain is still working perfectly (I have to tell this coz I mentioned software company).I hope that will give a foggy sketch of Sundar. So that’s Sundar for you.
From here on the story contains 90% imagination, 5% my personal experience, 4 % from the in depth learning of various FWDs related to love and of course 1% of truth.
Now let’s move to highway…third gear...
Last Saturday it was Sundars’ birthday. He organized a party for his friends at Hotel ShivSagar. Since one of my flat mates had gone to his native place, Sundar decided to give an Exclusive Flatmates’ treat on the next weekend. Means, we were not invited to his birthday party. Anyway the story has nothing to do with his flat mates. Let’s move on. He invited around 12 of his project mates/schoolmates/friends to his party. 5 of them had CAT classes, 2 were down with cold, 1 was out of town and 2 were sugars (who got dissolved in the rain). In the end there were only 2 chaps to celebrate his birthday. Lucky Sundar!!! His credit card is still in his purse, yet to see the outside world.
No Traffic… fourth gear ….
This is when we can judge our true friends. And I think these two are the closest friends he has in Pune. He met Radha at MPIXC (Multi Prupose Infy Xerox Center) in the month of November and they became friends. Their friendship grew in the chilly winter and in the hot summer and here she was in the month of July as one of his trusted friends. “Ravi”, his project mate, I am still not sure whether he is his best friend or whether he turned up because of Miss. Xerox. Whatever the reason be, Ravi was also there. Radha presented a beautifully wrapped gift to Sundar. At first he thought it was a book, later on he realized that it was a photo frame. And it had a beautiful picture of a young lady walking down the lane with a gentleman. Sundar was touched and he ordered all the cuisines that the Shivsagar guyz had. The so called party was over by 8 p.m. Radhas’ flat was around 10 k.m. from the Hotel and she was scared to go alone. Soon Sundar was making his way to the Auto stands. He got totally drenched and his dresses were stinking. Some how he got an auto and asked the driver to go to Shivsagar. As he reached the Hotel he saw a Pulsar stopping next too his Auto. It was Ravi. “Dude, don’t worry about her, I will drop her… You can take the Auto to your Flat and get yourself a hot cup of tea, else you will catch cold”. Ravi didn’t miss a single chance…. he scored as much as he could. Sundar was left all alone. The young lady was riding down the lane with his friend. Hey!!! Now that something similar to Rajkapoors’ Sangam “Dosth..dosth….Naa raha.. Pyar.. Pyar.. naa raha….” . And with a broken heart he came back to Flat. When I enquired about the party he just said three words….probably the topic of my story, “Chicks like bikes”.
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