Potterhead Post # The Resurrection Stone

Hey there. It’s been a while. Yes I haven’t been posting regularly. But I can’t say anything to justify it. I’m sorry for the sporadic nature of my posts. I’ve just been preoccupied with everything else that life throws at me. But… Times awasting.

The third and last post of the Deathly Hallow Trio nearly a month late but here at last.

The Resurrection Stone created or obtained by Cadmus Peverell to get back together with his lost love. The stone was said to have brought back a shade of the person who you loved and you couldn’t truly touch them or be with them. ( Kind of defeats the name itself a ‘Resurrection’ stone that only resurrected a shade instead of the entire soul). There have been many theories across the fandom that the shades brought back were only illusions which used memories of the wielder. But that’s not the point of this post. And I should get back to it aye?

The person I feel most associated with this Hallow is obviously The Boy Who Lived (after losing his parents), The Chosen One (who was chosen to die for the greater good of defeating Voldemort), and The Man Who Vanquished (only to marry his fan girl. Why would The Queen do this? Why why why?).

Harry Potter’s entire life has been guided by people he loved and he lost. His mother who gave him her unconditional love died to save him. This unconditional love leaves him with a protection “that cant be seen”. His nightmares are consistently haunted by her death. A flash of green light and the words “Avada Kedavra”. (feels really depressing that he remembers his mother’s last words as she is killed as if she is inconsequential). Supposedly, the love of Lily Potter leaves him with a protection strong enough to warrant emotional abuse at the hands of uncaring relatives.

He is starved for affection at the Dursleys. Even without using the usual fandom exaggeration it is very well known that Harry is emotionally abused and had never been shown an iota of love by the Elder Dursleys. His regarding of Hogwarts as his home due to his unreserved acceptance there despite the deadly problems he runs into there is proof of it. He is consistently seen defending people who have shown him any love and support whether Platonic(Ron, Hermione, Twins, Ginny) or parental (Hagrid, Sirius, Remus, Minerva, Albus, Arthur and Molly).

The loss of Sirius leads him to attempt to torture Bellatrix and the insulting of McGonagall results in him successfully using Crucio. Even as he walks to his death to save the wizarding world he is shown reaching out for his loved ones so that they can be with him in his final moments and avoiding his best friends so that he doesn’t get deterred from his path of self sacrifice.

Harry Potter is the living symbolism of the love that the Resurrection Stone was meant to initially provide. And this is my reason why he is the most apt living representation of the stone instead of Albus Dumbledore despite the latter’s consistent preaching about it.

This is the end of the Harry Potter End of An Era Posts. And I will probably posting about more inane topics like my exploits on various dating apps or some such.

Wishing you a good day!

Signing off!

Once-upon-a-time friends (and more)

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All of us have gone through phases of lost friendship and heartbreaks when you realise that someone who was the first on your dial list when anything happens is now one of those who you merely wish on their birthdays. Priorities change, life changes, people change and as everything around us changes we realise we’ve left behind a part of us that we may not want back but can’t help but feel nostalgic for.

These lost friends and confidantes are a lot like the memories of our school where we pulled each others hairs, pushed each other and teased each other, bunked classes, played chase and so much more. Things we are glad we did. But things that we may not want to do anymore.

I stumbled across this blog by sheer luck. And I am grateful that I did. For what the blogger has written in this post and in most of their other posts is beautiful. Please do go and read it.. Hopefully the few shall make many and many shall make many more.

P. S. Yes I know I messed up. Disappearing again. But frankly I think you’re used to it by now. Exams are here again. If I don’t clear them this time I’m just gonna focus on work instead.

Potterhead Post # The Invisibility Cloak

Hey there I’m back with the 3rd installment of the series and the 2nd Deathly Hallow of my post the Triangle. Or what’s more commonly known as Harry’s invisibility cloak which is a Potter Heirloom.

The Cloak given to the 3rd Brother Ignotus Peverell by Death represents the acceptance of death “as an old friend”. It represents a person unafraid of death because he’s lived a long full life so he accepts his death and moves on.

I feel this Deathly Hallow is best represented by Albus Dumbledore. Now I’m sure many would disagree. Many people whose posts I’ve read believe Harry represents the Triangle rather than Albus. But here’s my reasoning.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was a 120 year old successful Professor, Headmaster, Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, Defender of Muggleborns and had his own Chocolate Frog Card.. I could go on but his achievements far outnumber my capacity to list them.

He lived a whole life. Yes he was haunted by his mistakes. He lost his family and he had to defeat and imprison his own best friend maybe even lover. But he rose above it. While he held the Elder Wand, he never misused it.

He lived a whole full life. And when the time comes that he knows he’s about to die from The withering curse on The Gaunt ring he chooses to give up his own life to strengthen his spy’s position in the enemy camp. In fact he embraces death with the iconic lines: “Severus, please..” and he becomes immortal in that very moment. Greeting Death as an old friend and leaving the mortal plane going on to the “Next Great Adventure”.

This is my reasoning on why Invisibility Cloak, despite being Harry’s heirloom, is symbolical of The Venerated Headmaster.

Last up The Ring/Stone and The Boy with more Titles than Names. Ciao!

Poetic Posts # The Union!

I’m trying my hand at something new. It’s going to be a unique take on romance. Filled with lust of a very unique kind. I hope you guys like it!

I watch as perspiration rolls down your outer shell

You tempt me, seduce me, make every moment hell

Your golden colour keeps catching my eye

I ignore you because I know I won’t be able to lie

I want to, need to feel your bitter taste

Every moment of self control suddenly feels like a waste

Slowly steadily the time of our union comes close

If I shall retain my coherence only time knows

As I drain you of everything, my clouded mind turns clear

And I’ve never been more content as I stare at that empty bottle of Beer.

Partner in Crime

Prompt Post #3: Pingback Word for the Day: Partner

She was there when I smiled

And there in my tears

Cheering for my success

And consoling all my fears

A shoulder when my burden grew too heavy

A hand when I fell and couldn’t rise

An eye when I couldn’t pick one or the other

An ear when I grew tired of my lies

I loved her the same through all that time

But that love wasn’t one that one could define

It wasn’t the fantastical childhood Romance

It was the love for a Partner in Crime.

Movie-pinions: 500 Days Of Summer!

Woohoo 2 posts in a day! Aren’t you guys lucky!! 😛

Or maybe not since you have to read my crappy blogs again! My second post for the day is my thought on a movie I watched barely 10mins ago.

So, I just watched 500 Days of Summer (Starring Mr. Gordon and Miss Zooey). This is most assuredly not a Love Story but it definitely is a story about Love. Most people, I think, would find it quite relatable. Whether they’re Tom or Summer. I know I do. I have felt the heartbreak that Tom feels when Summer dumps him, when he realises Summer is getting married and when she meets him again in the park.

The movie itself was quite interesting. The belief that fate shall guide you to your soulmate is almost enough to make you question the utility of dating apps and matrimonial websites beyond getting laid. But the question that keeps going around my head is how much of it is true? Does it really work out that way? Why? How? And most importantly When?

When will I find my Autumn? When will my moment in the deli reading Dorian Gray come?

Another thing that Tom says that highly relatable is that heartbreak makes you skeptical. You question the existence the authenticity and the realism of love, of life.

I think what made it easier for Tom to move on was that he didn’t see Summer that frequently. It also allowed him a different perspective to life. More specifically to his life. And what he was doing.

I know many people will disagree with this part. But I think Summer was partially a bitch. The things she did for him, made him fall deeper. Especially the night after their fight where Tom states that he wants to be a couple. If not for that specific night I would’ve probably said that Tom was the one to blame for wanting to much when he knew it wasn’t up for offer.

Either way. You learn that the way of the heart is not easy. Maybe you’ll meet the right person soon. Maybe you’ll meet the right person late. But even if you meet there is no guarantee that it will last. Love is the most beautiful concept according to most people. And I’d agree. What I also agree to is that love is the most vague concept.

So before you set out to find your Summer, Autumn or Millie. I’d suggest you find your Paul and Rachel first. Coz he/she will be the one to help you put things back together once you start smashing your plates.
P.S. I don’t own 500 Days Of Summer or the cover pic used for this Blog Post. Obviously.

Prompt Post 2: She Stood Proud

Write a Post Day 2: Pingback Word for the Day: Substandard!

Those perfect eyes that expressed all colors of life

She wasn’t meant to be just anyone’s wife

That beautiful smile that made hearts race

She wasn’t just a pretty face

With the fire to match the fiercest foe

She was destined to shine, destined for more

Pulled down by Fate, as much as it could

Amongst everything substandard, proud she stood

Prompt Post 1: The Neverending Lust

Write a Post Day 1 for me: Pingback Word: Lust!

I’m gonna be posting something a bit more regularly. Using prompts from my fellow experienced blogger! Here’s to hoping it works out! 😀
The sweet caress of the blowing wind on my face

The cold touch of the water crawling down my neck

The teasing warmth of the fire rousing my body

And the firmness of the earth gripping my feet

All awakens me and yet puts me to sleep

And through it all I am lusting for love, lusting for life

I am not very experienced with using the Blog App so kindly excuse any and all formatting errors!

La Familia

Hey there. I’ve been gone a while. And it hasn’t been a particularly fulfilling while for me either. It has resulted in no new promotions in work, no developments in relationships and not much in the way of self development either. So yeah. Basically I’ve got no excuse for not updating. But I’m not going to apologise for that because I’m here now. And while I may keep coming and going. I WILL always come back. Now onwards with my post today!

So recently I saw an interesting video of “<Some country which is gonna go unmentioned> Has Got Talent!” where a contestant, despite having a beautiful voice is rejected due to her non-belief in God. And each of the judges just basically humiliates her and tells her that she’ll find God soon and until she does she isn’t going to succeed in life.

That’s fine. I don’t mind their personal opinion. While it may be sad to see it, I don’t condemn them for their bias. What infuriated me was a backstage interview with her father. In this interview her dad basically says she needed this wake up call so that she can start believing in God. And this utter humiliation was NECESSARY.

I am an Atheist/Agnostic. But I believe there’s no greater religion than the one which exercises your devotion to your parents and to your children. They’re your blood. They’re the representation of who you are. They make you who you are. And most of all they are you. You may fight with them. Be rude to them. But you always go back to them. And they always come back to you. Sometimes you bow a little. Sometimes they bow a little. But the day someone else insults them, forces them to bow and you stand there watching it. That’s the day you lose the right to call yourself a parent or child. You may have a million friends but there is no person of loving you more than your parents and your children. And ones who can’t reciprocate this are undeserving of being called humans regardless of whichever other sins they might have committed. 
My own parents are highly religious and regularly pray to God

Thoughts # Faces of Social Structure

Yeah.. I know I know.. I was supposed to be back more than a month ago. But I was just too lazy and too busy catching up with my backlog of Sitcoms and Movies. Go ahead curse me all you want. But HEY! I am back now ain’t I?

Today’s topic is something I wrote even before my exams but I didn’t post it for some reason or the other.. Or Maybe I did and this is gonna be a duplicate in which case I will give you a new post (or a poem I wrote) by tomorrow!

People often tend to question me as to why I watch so many Sitcoms, why do I read books, why don’t I study, why don’t I work, why am I single, why am I not earning… etc etc… The thing I have come to realize is that Society is no longer a mechanism where you share things. Its become more of a moral police or rather religious and custom police.

People do not question the marriage of a 18 year old who has just graduated and barely started standing on her own two feet. But they do question why people are shouting in their neighbors house. Marriages have become more about showing off your accumulated wealth than sharing a joyous moment. Money is more important than relations and a successful career more important than a satisfying one.

People dream of buying Audi-s and BMW-s, not even understanding why one is better than the other simply because they see so many of those being driven around the city. To some the 35 Lacs or so that a car costs is worth 10years salary that they have painstakenly saved and are going to gift their future son-in-law, despite the fact that they didn’t ask for it because SOCIETY demands it. To others 80 Lacs is chump change they would willingly spend again next month to get the newer model released by the same company because their son asked for it.

People have stopped loving themselves and started loving their status in the society. The fact that some cousin’s wife’s uncle might be insulted probably rates higher than the fact that you can’t afford to provide Alcohol in your party. Despite this fact, if you were to ask this uncle for some help or perhaps to host the part himself he would probably go running to the hills claiming terminal diseases and lack of time.

Money has become the chief motivator. How well you are liked among your own relatives, people you grew up with is dependent more on the fact whether you are doing better or worse than them and how much money you have saved up than how well you got along when you were kids or even adults. A brother is willing to stab his own parents and siblings in the back to not give back the money they asked him to keep safe. A sister is willing to see her blood family go hungry so that her husband and in-laws can buy a better flat than the one they currently have. Own uncles and aunts are willing to file false reports against their nephews and nieces because they refused to comply to their demands.

And while this may not be a common scene at every home. Everyone has still seen it somewhere and at some point of their lives.

All this is because love has become a secondary emotion to be used only when situation is dire and you are in desperate need of family who’d rather close their eyes to help you out than see that the very people they are helping will be the first to turn on them when the situation is reversed.

I may be right. I may be wrong. Every person faces different obstacles in their lives which influence them and build them into who they are when they die.

Some may call me a Pessimist. Some Cynical. Some Realists. And others even moronic. Fact remains. I am all of them and none of them.