Snape is WRONG!

"People like you who wear their hearts on their sleeves, weak people, in other words, stand no chance in front of the Dark Lord."

WRONG!

Firstly, people who wear their hearts on their sleeves, are brave enough to be open to the stares of the world.

They can, in most cases, take a blow, because if they couldn't, they would be hiding their hearts in multiple layers of skins and curtains.

Every heart has to stop beating one day.

Some protect it just enough, some go to the extremes of jailing it, some put it up on display for the entertainment of the world. Some believe that if enough hearts were glowing on enough sleeves, the 'dark lord' would find it difficult to corner individuals and attack them.

So Severus, with all the love and respect, and with the acknowledgement of every act of bravery you have ever performed.. every moment of pain you had to endure..

Yours is not the only style.

(But God! Snape's the bravest!)

And sweetheart, for future adventures, do remember how calming it was to finally pour your heart to Harry.

Holi And a Holy World

The brilliant green of fresh new leaves
The mesmerizing star-lit black of sky

The soothing blue of wells and oceans
The fluffy white of clouds

Gracious golden wheat crops
Fierce red flowers of Palash

The holi in jungles, in sky, in sea
The holi.. wherever, whenever you see.

Not just of colors, of smells too.
In touch, in sounds, in whatever you do!


A Lot of people carry an elaborate, thriving world within them. You may lose a sign of it for some time. And if you try to find it in the mirror, you may feel it's lost. Cause in the mirror, you see an aged face. Changed expressions. An extra chin, or few less hair.

But that world isn't lost. It is simply waiting to re-gain your attention. Looking for a chance to tap your heart, knock knock, from within. It is yours. And truly so.

Like a key to a locked door, this world needs a key to re-open it. Umm.. somewhat like the mind-map. But not exactly. People who are more romantic than rational, (to whom this post applies, I guess) they intuitively know where their keys are. Some of them guard the identity of their keys. Some make it known to the outside world.

This post is to share a part of my key.

... just this much.

Pen or Pencil?

I have had two teachers who had a significant role in my life. It is not correct to say that only two teachers had a significant role in my life, but they both stand out, for some reason.

Both very sincere and passionate about their subjects. You take their class and get high on the material they're teaching. That good.

One of them, always told us that we should write with pen. Discard pencil. Because when we write with pen, we have to be more careful about what we're writing. Pencil can be erased. Pen stays. And so we get into the habit of thinking before doing, and sticking to what we wrote. It teaches you precision. And commitment too.

The other teacher loved pencils. He loved pencils so much that we used to exchange pencils. Haha! He said pencils are friendly. They let you make mistakes. They let you correct your mistakes. They don't judge you.

I have often wondered who's more correct? What should I choose? Pen or Pencil?

The answer I have learnt from my life (no, I don't always talk like I'm talking from my deathbed. So! Ahem!), is this-

When you are learning something, and really want to achieve professional accuracy, give yourself a pen. But for goodness's sake, gift your friends a pencil. Pen's place is in profession. Pencil's place is in relation. (Wrote that just to attempt a rhyme.)

The 'soft' aspects of life are too valuable to lose to non-erasable errors. One word. Priorities. That's what pencil teaches. Choose people over their mistakes. People evolve beyond what they wrote on that paper on that day. They evolve beyond what they did in their past. What they said. If only they are given a chance to erase the bad part and correct it.

Pencils are sooo underestimated.

(Moral of the story: I wanna new pencil...! Like, literally.)

Newer Discovery

A short post. Just to record something I have learnt recently.

I used to believe that the way to reach God (well, Creator, Nature, Universe, The Force, call what you may!) was the way of happiness. Only by being the ever-happy, ever-smiling, ever-ready person would I be able to reach the Supreme.

I have learnt that that is not true. God doesn't put the condition of happiness for us to reach him just the way God doesn't put the condition of pain for us to reach him.

God, in fact, can be reached when we want to reach him. God is like a parent. Always there for you. Always reachable.

That's what I've learnt.

And how did I learn that?

By realizing that happiness is overrated. At least, I overrated happiness in the past. The insistence that I be happy and joyful every time of every day is not realistic. Maybe not even ideal. It is very exhausting. I should strive for it.. but I shouldn't shun the lowly moments of life just because they weren't 'happy'. I should respect all aspects of my life and my time. That's how I shall learn to truly respect myself.

P.S: What's with such posts!! I am doing a lot of heavy posting lately. But that's slightly deliberate. I want to write about the bad times, the heavy times, the happy times, the normal times and all other times I experience. This isn't social network where I should be afraid of cribbing on people's walls. Or bother too much about boasting. This is my personal space. My own :)

Zzz

Arrr.. I know this post is completely useless.. But aah! I miss writing..

I am not writing because I'm rushing through time. So not collecting or processing anything. Yeah, doesn't sound good, that. But if it doesn't turn into a habit, it isn't that bad.

Bzzzz.

What a waste, this post! #TongueOut.