7 reasons why i love harry potter.

I’m sure all you harry potter fans out there know why I’ve chosen ‘7’.   But compiling this list of JUST  7 reasons is tough! Only those who are harry potter fans would understand this and I simply hate those people who claim to be fans when they haven’t even read the books (read: each book at least 5-6 times). Oh please fool somebody else, how can someone who’s only watched the movies be a true fan!

I know all of us, true fans just need a tiny cue and we can start discussions on each and every thing related to harry potter anywhere and everywhere.

So, here are 7 of my reasons.

1)      I grew up with harry potter. Reading the sorcerer’s stone at 11 and growing up with Harry, Ron and Hermione made them a much bigger part of my life than I realized then. I can never forget the impatience with which I counted the days to the release of the next installment in the series and then getting my hands on the 700 page heaven(or haven) and finishing the entire book in 3days flat(yes, I’ve done that). From the first book itself the journey to the centre of the heart had begun (no pun intended). The plethora of possibilities of what’s next began there and then.

2)      Every character is real.  Every character touches your heart. No one, except of course, Voldemort and his death eaters, is pure evil. Every character here has a shade of grey. Even Dumbledore. And that’s saying something. 

3)      The love and the friendship.

The oodles of love and friendship in every relation here is overwhelming. More than the fantasy world the books have created, they are about the undying love, friendship, compassion, humanity, the good and the evil.

Who expected Narcissa to risk everything and save Harry for the tiniest hint on her son’s life?

Nowhere else would you find such love. From Harry, Ron and Hermione to Fred and George to Harry and Dumbledore to all the staff at Hogwarts to Harry and Hogwarts to Harry and the Weasleys to Harry and Ginny to Ron and Hermione to Narcissa and Draco to Harry and his parents to the Marauders to Harry and Sirius and and and to Snape’s love for Harry and Lily *sigh*!


 Oh yes he deserves a separate point altogether. In my list, at least. For all those who can read “the prince’s tale” infinite number of times, then he is on your favourite reasons list too.

5)      Hogwarts

  What could be a better school, a better home and a better family?  The classrooms, the grounds, the forbidden forest, the teachers, the Room of Requirement, the great hall and the list goes on.  

6)      The magic

The wands.

The spells- accio, lumos, expelliarmus, sectumsempra, riddikulus, confundo, expecto patronum, levicorpus……


Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.

Invisibilty cloaks (wouldn’t you love to have one  ).

Occlumency (can life get any better?).

 Such easy transportation- be it the flu powder or flying or apparation or simply flushing down a toilet.

Don’t we just love them all ?

7)      J.K. Rowling

Each and every book is magical and has a special place in my heart.
And J.K Rowling. A pure genius. Who else could have created chocolate frogs or fudge flies or butterbeer or every flavor beans or platform 9 and three quarters or hogsmeade or puking pastilles.

       The books are a trap, a trap which, once entered, you’d never want to leave.

Those with an impure heart aren’t capable of loving harry potter. And I can say one thing for sure; those who have read and loved these are a part of a legacy. And this legacy, with all of Dumbledore’s teachings, would never ever let a person go the wrong way.  It might seem like an exaggeration but it’s true.

Those who were misfortunate enough not to have been born in the era of Harry Potter, I pity them.

Yes, there are no more books. And the 14year old cycle (Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone was published on 30th June 1997) of waiting, reading, loving, discussing and then waiting for the next is over.

 When I finished the Deathly Hallows, a warning bell rang in my head, telling me that my childhood is finally over. But as everyone else’s childhood, mine too would live in my heart forever. And so would harry potter.

 I would definitely make my children read the harry potter books and yes, when I sit on the porch with my family and they ask me, “After all this time?” I would answer, “Always”.

P.S. I’ve written a very light post, after my last post which was quite on the heavier side.


When loved ones die…

They say, “Time heals all wounds.” I disagree.

Time only teaches you how to keep living life. The wounds remain, hurting you and becoming obstacles in your path, time and again.

It’s been 9 months and 17 days. But I’m still as hurt as I was the first day. I still cry myself to sleep numerous nights. I still get nightmares and wake up in the middle of the night, screaming.

Would you say these 9 months and 17 days have healed my wounds? No, they haven’t. At all.

Instead, I now miss her more; I now realize her importance in my life more than I ever did.  I know feel her absence in my life more so every single day.

I miss her. I miss my grandmother. She died on 15th January, 2011, 2:30pm approximately.  She left us after struggling against numerous ailments.

The term “grandmother” is absolutely perfect for her. Because to me she was truly that- a grandmother. More grand than a mother. With whom I shared my life, its every aspect and its every moment.

She named me when I was born.

She taught me how to walk, talk, eat.

She taught me how to live life.

She encouraged me to study harder when I was failing.

She knew things I couldn’t tell even my mother.

She taught me how to stitch and to sew. But she left before teaching me how to yarn.

She told my sister and I bedtime stories, making them up as she went and forgetting them a few days later.

She fought against everyone in this world for me and my sister.

She taught me to stand up for myself.

She was the one who knew about my first menstrual cycle.

She taught me to win against all vagaries of life.

She made up the funniest PJs to make me laugh.

She watched late movies on tv with me when my parents were scolding me not to.

She gushed about Shahrukh Khan and Ranbir Kapoor with me. But she left me before hearing me rave about my latest crush, Ali Zafar.

She’s also making me cry right now.

We had the perfect family. My grandparents, my parents, my sister and I. Completely even.

Now we are odd and totally shattered.

I’m sure you’re all familiar with the life story of Gautam Buddha.  For those who’re not, he was the son of KingSuddhodana , fromsouthernnepalHe had never seen or known sickness or even death.

Similar to his story, till last year I used to live in a bubble which had my family living with me forever. I’d honestly, never imagined anyone leaving me. For the love between us all was beyond such petty imaginations, or so I used to think. Of course we had our share of fights but they hardly ever lasted more than a night.

That day in January still seems like a nightmare. It was one actually, seeing her lifeless body being taken away in that red shroud. That image of hers will haunt me for all my life.

In her entire life, every single thing that she did, taught me something. How could her departure not do so?

I now know to never have expectations from life. To be strong and live without fear. To be prepared for every setback that is waiting for me. To stand firmly in the storm.

The wounds are still here. As fresh as ever. Time has not even come close to closing them, forget healing.  Circumstances and people throw buckets full of brine on it occasionally. Yet, they say time will heal all.

P.S. it may seem a highly depressing post, but so is my life.