Harry Potter - My childhood in two words, in a name, in a story so brilliant it somehow makes you believe in magic. The last few days have been great and not because I'm studying vigorously for my exams (because sadly, I'm not) but because I've been rewatching the series. And ofcourse, it feels awesome. I remember back in the days when I used to wait for May Movie Magic on Pogo every summer, just because I would get to see these movies! They were days when we used to wonder if we'd ever get our letters to Hogwarts because we had no doubts about ourselves being witches and wizards. Every little hunch that came true, made our suspicions stronger.
It sure was a kind of disappointment when my letter was lost in the mail (Yes, I choose to believe that!) but as I grew up, I realised that I don't need a Hogwarts to hone my magic skills. I could do that myself, by believing that I had magic in me, by believing that this magic made the world a better place in a crazy, weird way if I used it wisely. There's a whole load of things that I've learned from Harry. I've learned to be myself, I've learned honesty, loyalty and courage and I've learned that true friendship is what matters the most. It made me believe I would someday find my Ron and Hermione who would never leave me alone when I needed them.
It showed me having a little disregard for the rules didn't make you any less of a person if it was all for the right cause, it showed me you don't have to be rich to be a good person but your family principles are what really make you rich from within, and it showed me that being a nerd was in fact, really cool. Above all, it taught me that power isn't everything, Love is. I have a hunch I'll be writing about this magical world again sometime, and being the witch that I am, I believe in my hunches. ;) Meanwhile, I'll go take my OWLs from the distance learning course at Hogwarts. :P
Cya!
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