Fiction has a way of getting into your head. It adheres to Tagore’s lines from The Postmaster, yet another fiction:
“O poor, unthinking human heart! Error will not go away, logic and reason are slow to penetrate.We cling with both arms to false hope, refusing to believe in the weightiest proofs against it, embracing it with all our strength.”
Fairytales and fiction lead us into the core beliefs of magic and romance. We grow up knowing there’ll be a perfect romance waiting us, we believe in the existence of magic.
It is our belief in the superpower of believing.
You see, Mine is the Harry Potter generation.
I claim Harry Potter to be the building block of my philosophies, like countless Potterheads.
We believe, magic exists when you believe in it.
Until one morose evening when you realise that you are a wretched muggle.
1. It makes you cranky to encounter failures because you were expecting someone like Fred and George to save your semester by bursting in the day of your Physics paper.
2. Losing things and never remembering where you might have left them with the consequential sulking that your plastic wand cannot make Accio work.
3. travelling hours to your grad School or workplace instead of apparating! It’s outright evil that we have to push and jostle against the crowd when we could at least use something like the floo network!
4. Don’t tell me you don’t hate having to attempt at invisibility by removing your DP!
Why can’t we just have an invisibility cloak! (H.G Wells pretty much convinced me to avoid any other way!)
5. YOU DON’T GET TO INTERACT WITH GHOSTS!
Why are muggles so afraid of ghosts man? Yes, ones like Peeves maybe naughty, but the rest are all so nice and kind! Can you help remembering Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington’s five-hundredth Deathday Party without a smile?
The frustration of being magical with no ability of carrying out the same is quite like the disappointment of loving football and being disabled in your legs!
Or worse!( At Least you might get to watch matches to your satisfaction!)
Oh wait, you heard of Squibs?
Ofcourse you have!
You know I was just thinking, what if you are a squib?
Like non-magical children to atleast one magical parent?
But my parents ain’t magical either.
Maybe, oh just maybe they are?
Got to discuss this with our parents tonight, don’t you think?