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Unwritten
I know someone weeps within this house.
I have often felt her silent cry
In careless moments as I wandered by.
She has haunted me at happy times
Like a vague morning dream.
I hear her sigh on evening walks
As I search for my fairyland,
I hear her whisper with the wind
The magic words she writes on sand.
She follows me on lonely roads.
I hear her singing in the rain.
But still I know not how she looks,
The story of her secret pain.
Meeting an old friend at the street
The other day, I stopped to talk.
We stopped there long and laughed and talked
Till I was on my own again.
And then I felt her watching me,
I felt her anguished tears as mine,
But when I turned around to see
Her shadow had slipped past from behind.
What is the sorrow that makes her cry?
What is the tale that she can’t tell?
Why stays she lonely in that house?
I knock the door but no reply.
- Location:FaeryLands
- Mood:
frustrated - Music:unheard melodies are sweeter
To Charles Lamb
Children that never were,
How many years must you wait still?
How many of my own lit dreams
Must float along towards your shore
Before your million years have passed?
In what age will the reverie be true?
Must all unfulfilled dreams
Of Poets forever remain so?
Their words haunt me as Time rushes on,
Trapping me tighter everyday.
In what age shall I break free?
- Location:Inside my shell
- Mood:
crushed - Music:The waves of Lethe keep rolling forever
Disjointed Thoughts on New Year’s Eve
Time moves.
It runs.
It races.
It flies past.
Only I stand still waiting.
No crashing meteor comes.
Perhaps I too move a little,
Say a bus stop or two.
Why do I care anyway?
Insignificant creature that I am,
Why should I care which face of this planet
Faces the sun’s same face again?
And people sing and dance,
The same moves, the same steps,
Same words, the same old tired smiles-
Cell-phones all over the world
Trying and failing to connect.
And tomorrow the sun will rise again!
I wonder sometimes:
Does even the sun care?
Orbit
Our dear old girl is once more done
Her yearly tour around the sun.
Falling stars did fall too close
But the old girl still safely goes
In the same old beaten path.
To drink her health we meet tonight.
We sing, we dance, we turn off light
And cheer her for a future bright.
And when the party ends at dawn,
We’ll return home and carry on
In the same old beaten path.- Location:Inside my shell
- Mood: frustrated
- Music:My life is withoput rhythm and music
Another 15th August approaches...another day in this mire of elections and defections, and the politics of religion and language and caste and sub-caste and of saving your own skin. Another independence day in the midst of general frustrations with the way of life, of complaints and disgust with the great Indian circus known as politics. And yet, in spite of all these, a day of taking out that flag once more, a day of hoisting the triocolour, a day of standing erect as the national anthem is sung...it is this pride that keeps me going. This wednesday, however glad I am to escape the daily routine for a day midweek, is not just another midweek holidayt., It is out Independence Day. Jai Hind.
- Mood:awake
Well, it's over. All the wait, all the frenzied, anxious wonderings- it's all over now. The last word has been written and the quill has been put down, and if our favourite muggle-'witch of words' picks it up again, it won't be to depict another year in the extraordinary life of one bespectacled Harry James Potter. And so, how does it feel? Relief, that Harry Potter lives, or perhaps disappointment for those wise cynics who would have preferred an unhappy ending? Yeah, I have come across some disgusting spoilsports who reckon Harry should have died, and the reason one of them has given on Yahoo Answers is, and I am quoting-"...should have died because for some reason, Harry gets on my nerves." Well, I think if the hero of a book gets on anybody's nerve, then he/she should put it down, read other things and spare us from their strange ideas of 'poetic injustice'. For my part, I feel a bit strange. I was older than eleven when I first discovered Harry in his cupboard under the stairs, but I shared his surprise and his feeling enchantment as he made his way through Diagon Alley and Hogwarts. I read the first four books within a space of a few weeks, so I can't say I grew up with Harry, but I accompanied him as he grew up. So, I suppose it feels a little strange to think it's really the end of the journey, that there would be no more waiting for the next book, that I won't be searching mugglenet and HPANA for some clue Rowling might have slipped(I would still be visiting for the remaining movies, of course) and that I won't be counting the dates till the new book is released.
And so what about the last book? Well, to me it was intense, action-packed. From the moment we see Harry Potter in his bedroom at Privet Drive till Voldemort finally falls in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, there is hardly any time to breathe. It's like jumping from one event to the other. The opening chapter with Voldemort at Malfoy Manor sets the mood and he and his deatheaters are after Harry sooner than we could be ready for it- chasing him in the skies across three counties, nearly missing him at Bill and Fleur's wedding and then right afterwards at a deserted muggle cafe on Tottenham Court Road, the Ministry of Magic and Grimauld Place, at his native village- Godric's Hollow, then in the house of Xenophilus Lovegood- the father of his friend who pays for his outspoken support to Harry, and then, finally getting caught and imprisoned at Malfoy Manor, escaping again but only to land up in Gringotts- the wizard bank and almost getting caught, escaping, finally to turn up where Voldemort expects him to go- Hogwarts and walking willingly to his own death. And throughout the constant changing of locations, the aimless moving that at a point of time disillusions Ron and Hermione and even Harry, we are given clues that ultimately falls neatly into place. This is the most amazing thing about Rowling's writing, how all the pieces fall neatly into place in the end, how the plot is tied up, in each book individually, and taking the series as a whole. And it makes us look at the whole issue of making the right choices by throwing new light on the character of one whom every Harry Potter fan, like Harry himself, had come to see as infallible. He had been carried away by his talents and abilities in his youth, he had been, by his own admission, selfish and bitter before reality hit him hard in the form of death for his sister and although never evil, or whatever Rita Skeeter and Ron's Aunt Muriel would want us to believe, Rowling shows us that the greatest wizard on earth could be human, and susceptible to human follies.
And then, what about Snape? Fanfiction writers have been saying for ages that he had loved Lily, some went to the extent of saying that Lily loved him back and (bless us) Harry was actually Snape's son! Jokes apart, 'Prince's Tale' was undoubtedly one of the most moving chapters of the book. But does that make James Potter a hateful character? One of my friends, my best-friend in fact, declared that she hated James. But if we hate James for what he was like to Snape in school, we have to hate Sirius as well, and Sirius Black, I am sure, is one character all HP-fans (ok, most of them, making exceptions for those who wanted Harry to die) love. Ok, James was arrogant, but Snape on the other hand was immersed in the dark arts, and having a muggle-born best-friend didn't stop him from joining the service of a wizard who talked about pure-blood supremacy. No, I am not trying to find fault with Snape here, but what I am trying to say is that neither James Potter nor Severus Snape were perfect individuals. And yes, they detested each other so they hexed each other whenever they got the chance and Harry was unfortunate enough to land up inside a memory that showed Snape at the recieving end. I do not agree with Snape that James had saved his life 'only' to save his own friends from being expelled, nor when he says(at the end of book6) that James would have never attacked him unless it was four-to-one, it could not have been more than two-to-one- because Lupin was the good boy in the group, and Pettigrew was content to watch his bigger friends do the honours. And I am convinced that James Potter, whatever he might have been as a school-boy, was a brave man and a great wizard. He was, after all, Harry's father. So the purpose of this long lecture? Snape is a tragic character and I feel bad about the way he died, and the fact that he died before Harry realized what he truly was, but that doesn't make James Potter a bad person. I am going to have an arguement with my friend about it, but no matter, we frequently have these little 'discussions' over HP books and movies, over Abhishek Bachchan and Hrithik Roshan, over Indian cricketers and countless such 'important' issues.
Going back to the book, I think Rowling made it a point to prove beyond doubt that there's a war going on, and so there deaths, and important deaths. Not at the end, like books 4, 5 and 6, but from the very beginning. if we leave Charity Barbage out as someone we never came across in the other books, it begins with Hedwig, Moody, Ted Tonks(ok, we meet him briefly, but he is father to an important character), Dobby, Fred Weasley, Remus Lupin, Tonks, and Colin Creevay. Hedwig- who was annoyed with Harry for not letting her out of her cage fulfills the promise Harry had made to him ("..and then you can fly again.") in a way Harry never had dreamt of, Moody- who knew and had expected Voldemort to go after him, Dobby- who had promised never to try and save Harry's life again at the end of book2, Colin Creevay, always so taken up with Harry, Remus and Tonks- the parents of an infant, dying in what Rowling calls an echo of what Harry's fate when James and Lily died, and finally, Fred Weasley who had planned what his friends would wear at his wedding only a few months back. Rowling has been ruthless, brutal, if you ask me, with these twins who wanted to sell laughter in a strife-torn, war-ravaged world. "Can't you tell us apart even when we are Harrys?" must have been the last time they would get the chance to play on their identical appearances, because soon after this, George Weasley, feeling 'saint-like', would be telling Mrs. Weasley- "You can finally tell us apart, Mum." And then the time would come when there would be no question of mistaken identities, because one of them would die. We get a picture of happy life 19 years later, we hear of Teddy Lupin, obviously happy, Percy- not much changed, Neville in his element with herbology, Victoire- the daughter of Bill and Fleur and we assume they are happy too, but we don't hear of Charlie, and we don't hear of George Weasley either. Is he still selling laughter? I would like to believe that "Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes" is still making roaring business, and he did open the Hogsmeade branch that he had planned with his twin, because the world could still do with a laugh. Another important person we miss in the epilogue is of course, Luna Lovegood. What do you reckon she is doing? Editing the Quibbler? Or has she gone on a World Tour to look for a Blibbering Humdinger?
- Location:Hogwarts
- Mood:
indescribable
It is 4th June, exactly a month away from my birthday. Sadly, my exams won't be over by then, but when they finally do, I mean to have a gala time with my friends. I only hope Rowling won't spoil the fun by killing Harry or anyone good. I have wept a lot over Sirius and Dumbledore as it is. Enjoy the summer! And keep visiting!
- Location:study table-daydreaming
- Mood:
busy with exams - Music:Something wicked this way comes!
Well, will you believe my luck? Just a few days back my CPU was malfunctioning, then my broadband telelphone line went wrong, and now its the turn of my UPS. I am disconnected again. My friend Abhinav feels that that the "exile thing" is in love with me, but I think someone seriously has cursed my internet life. May be the deatheaters got wind of what I have been doing to them in my fanfics! Meanwhile, I had a layout change- pink is not my favourite colour, but I think it looks cute. Besides, my site can't forever look blue. That would be so boring. You should visit my site and tell me what you feel. You can already see the new banner.It has been made by my friend Kate. You can find her site "Desires" from the affiliates page of my site. Or she is Blonde-titch here on Livejournal.
And oh, I finally finished my fanfic- Journey to the Battlefront.
Computers do work without UPS, but I don't want to risk it in case of powercuts. My father says he will change the batteries when he has time. Till then- goodbye.
Computers do work without UPS, but I don't want to risk it in case of powercuts. My father says he will change the batteries when he has time. Till then- goodbye.
- Location:Home
- Mood: Hating my computer
- Music:I feel thoroughly unmusical at the moment.
On a sudden and typically-me-like random note, I want to share something I came across while shifting through my study notes with you. This is from Henry Myers' book - Tragedy: A View of Life:
"The hero does not die for love, or for power, or for success, or for revenge; he dies for Juliet, or for Desdemona; he dies to be Duncan's successor, or for 'infinite riches in a little room'; he dies to climb the tower he has built.
What do you think? Interesting, no? Would you like to comment?
- Location:Hogwarts
- Mood: accomplished
- Music:Something wicked this way comes!
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sweetlemon and decided to take it. It turns out she is an artistic nerd and may a literature nerd. Ah, well, take it yourself, why don't you?
| What Be Your Nerd Type? Your Result: Literature Nerd Does sitting by a nice cozy fire, with a cup of hot tea/chocolate, and a book you can read for hours even when your eyes grow red and dry and you look sort of scary sitting there with your insomniac appearance? Then you fit this category perfectly! You love the power of the written word and it's eloquence; and you may like to read/write poetry or novels. You contribute to the smart people of today's society, however you can probably be overly-critical of works. | |
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- Location:desk
- Mood: me literature nerd!
- Music:Workmen putside-thesound of hammer
It's alternatively scorching hot and windy wet here at Kolkata. It is usually very cool after sunset, especially when the clouds darken and there are rainy winds blowing from the South, which is why I love my evening walks on the roof. But the days are unbearably hot, especially on Wednesdays when I go to college and need to walk some distance in the sun while returning home(around 1-2pm) and on Sundays when I have my music class for which I need to leave home at 12pm, yeah, right under the midday sun's scorching glare.All this heat is taking a toll on my sleeping habits- my brain feels so dull after I return from these 'moments under the sun' that I can't help taking a nap...which means I can't sleep early at night. And I used to be the "early to bed" type! You might be wandering why I am going to college only once a week. Well you see, our classes are officially over and even the extra classes have long ceased. A few of us devoted lot make the weekly trudge for some last minute suggestions and advices. We are also supposed to submit three-four essay-type answers, and I started pretty enthusiastically, but by the 2nd week it was all gone. This Wednesday I managed to hand over an answer on Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy(from Austen's Pride &Prejudice, for those unfortunate lot who are not acquainted with him) which took me about 2 weeks to write. And after all the 'effort', my teacher said I ought have included critical cross-references. But never mind, nice man, Darcy! I wish there were men like him in real life! Well, all these preparations are for our University exams in June- starting on June 20th and ending in July, completely ruining my birthday in the way. But the good thing is that I am going to read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows after that. Well, the little waitings in life make life so interesting. I know I am going to be depressed once I've finished reading the book- I've found that a slight emptiness always happens after a period of waiting, once the thing I was waiting for is over, and till some new is found to look forward to. And this being the last book, there is going to be a greater emptiness, especially because knowing Rowling, the ending can't be particulary feel-good 'they-lived-happily-ever-after' type. Well, at least the movies are not over yet, Harry Potter has sort of become a part of life, it is going to be strange without having to wait impatiently for the next book. But look what happens when I once start blabbing about that boy wizard...I was talking about other things. Have you ever felt frustrated because nothing was happening in your life. I often feel it, although I also know myself to be too lazy a creature to be part of a real-life adventure. But waiting for little things keeps me happy- whether it is the plan to meet my school-friends after the exams, or waiting to watch your favourite show on television...I feel so sorry for Eustacia Vye(Thomas Hardy-The Return of the Native). She had nothing to wait for. No wonder she was so desperate to fall in love with Clym.I started writing this yesterday and had to stop and switch off my computer as the Norwester hit. There is something about this stormy rainy darkness that I love. When I see the dark clouds gathering, like a great army descending on earth,or tall trees shaking and my familiar neighourhood is transformed into remote lands of fantasies where I must journey to find some treasure- I feel all the poetic ideas stirring within my heart and yet I fail to find the words to give shape to them. It was evening and someone was blowing the conch shell. I felt the thunder, the lightening, the dark, green leaves of the shaking trees were all following the same rhythm- the rhythm of the conch shell's music.
I do think I have a talent for random blabbings. Thanks for bearing it with me.
- Location:at my desk
- Mood:
Blabbing as usual! - Music:rain--dancing
Yesterday I was lighting the incense-stick in our prayer-room and watched its smoke for sometime. It was interesting-the way it rose like a flame- straight and tall, then suddenly breaking to form swirls, sometimes dancing like waves...I thought I might write a poem about it, but honestly, I don't know what's happened to me! I've got a block even for fanfiction, I am too lazy to update my website...
The place I live is in the state of West Bengal in India and currently we have a very volatile political condition here. I prefer staying away from politics, but sometimes I hate myself for it.
What do you think about my new-look profile?
- Location:Home
- Mood:
blank - Music:plumbers outside
I will give you a summary of my fanfictions. Check them out from the link above or click on my website.
Harry Potter fics:
1.Journey to the Battlefront-
Summary: It's my version of book7, about the horcruxes and the final battle. The trio with are on the horcrux trail, Malfoy seems to have switched sides and Neville have joined the Order.
Harry-Ginny, Ron-Hermione, possible spoilers!
Chapters : 16, in-progress
Rated: K+
2.The Veil-
Summary: A poem about the veil through which Sirius disappeared.
Chapters : 1, complete, 6 lines.
Rated: K
3.Old Ways-
Summary:11 years after Voldemort's death, some old deatheaters want revenge. Their conspiracy shatters the work-obsessed life Hermione has built from pieces, but will this help her live again? Meanwhile, a new batch of kids enter the enchanting world of Hogwarts and they are as naughty as they come!
Hermione-Draco, Harry-Ginny, some original characters.
Chapters : 5, in-progress.
Rated: K+
4.Odo the Brave:When times are dark-
Summary: My version of the song that Hagrid and Slughorn sang at Aragog's profile, there are only 5 other Odo poems, by cjan5, Nimbus1944, BAGGE, Dead-Luthien and Bellegeste.
Chapters : 1, complete.
Rated: K
Carcaptor Sakura fics:
5. On A Moonlit Night-
Summary: Just as the title suggests, it's a date between Yue and Ruby on a moonlit night.
Chapters : 1, poem, complete.
Rated: T
6. Cherry Blossoms-
Summary: Sakura sings a sweet song about spring and Li.
Chapters : 1, poem, complete.
Rated: K
Miscelleneous
7.Green-eyed Kids-
Summary: Why I write fanfiction
Chapters : 1, poem, complete
Rated: K
So read and review everyone. Your views count!
- Location:Home
- Mood: accomplished
- Music:Raindrops on roses
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