Dulled to the chaos within

At Hogwarts, it never feels like home to me. I don’t get along with Draco, if that was something to be inferred from that statement. It’s just that no one really gets me here. I talk of science way too much.

Dumbledore, once even made me stay away from the potions for nearly a whole year. But, my muggle-dad convinced him of the potential I showed in the vacations that came after. Until then, for reasons I still don’t understand, Dumbledore thought it is safe for science to stay away from the world of magic.

He’s wrong. But, not entirely.

Before I met Wizard Kaolin, the one who gave me a potion I’ll never forget, I was mostly not a wizard. I was, however, declared one by the school’s ministry.

I get it, my mother was very close to discovering the pathway between magic and science. I remember her telling me the possibilities of magic and science being the same. This threatened the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore was put on a mission to destroy whatever proof that might be out there to save magic from the miseries of science. He, as my father told, refused to his last spoon on the dining table the day he was given orders.

But, he couldn’t do much more than destroy her memory.

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Believing in science, as he strangely did for a wizard so powerful, he let me be a part of the school. I am mostly discarded by anyone here. But, Dumbledore knows that it is the only way science will work in a place like this. Or, even in a place where magic is looked upon as strangely as the black-holes.

Failing at numerous hypothetical experiments helps the scientist realise the importance of trying in an endeavor. Maybe one day I’ll have to be the one who brought science into Hogwarts like it’d have to be main-stream. Many won’t like it. And, that’s fine as long as they don’t hate me for bringing magic to Harvard.

So, Kaolin.

He comes from a village far away from this world. And, even Hogwarts. It never occurred to me that the science of aliens could, in fact, be magic to humans. He gave me the potion of “Dulrose” as he tried to name it to the conventions of our world, earth.

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It gave the one who took it, an immensely sharper sense for one among the five existing. It’s your choice and you get to choose only one of the senses as your power. Since I’d want to look more deeply into the micro-universe of any material I test for a macro-level inference. Or, the structural behaviour in molecules of a potion I might be working with.

I chose sight, to see the hidden truths of science in magic.

To be continued.

Continued here.

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Cut me in two, I’ll remain one

Oh Chris, do you make me believe?

Checking on myself, I think of the wonderful miracles having come off, the ones happening. And, hope for the ones to be in future. I remember telling the difference in dreaming and expecting.

Time knows a lot about uncertainty. Yet, I find myself speaking to the void of hopeful seconds to speak back. It is only because, of this void, I expect nothing from. It is a void knowing what it knows. It is time, understanding itself.

Anxiety got me nowhere. And, nowhere is the perfect place to start again. Looping myself of this void and anxiety, it is mostly the smile on my plants that find themselves giving me the answers. The shady clouds reminding me of the beauty in imperfection. Currents high and low letting the waves be. For it is, perfect as it remains.

Oh Martin, you make me believe!

Book Stranger

Wonder do I hourly
Juggling, kick the scar low
Rock slip fairly
Juggling, kick the scar low

Willy done with the hill
Jeopardy, one won’t be
Reels went on to fill
Jeopardy, one won’t be

Wired to the source out
Jill, jiggled joyful
Running to the fallout
Jill, jiggled joyful

Wonder do I timely
Jogging, to my beats
Ruin hunts for Presley
Juggling, to my deeds

In this Whatever-We-Have

Do you remember anything good about yesterday? Do you feel good about it even today? What will you do about it tomorrow? 

I hope nothing bad happens to you. But, we all know something terrible is to happen someday. I don’t feel good in being sure about it. It scares me. I need this contrast very badly because I believe this whatever-we-have is whole only with the colours expanding to their extremities – black and white. I don’t want to confirm that black is the dark part of it, that way even this slightest feeling about something terrible to happen fades away in uncertainty. What is dark and what is bright? Who gets to decide that? I feel good again about not being sure.

It’s always better to not believe that something terrible is going to happen. Just as the way you are not sure if you will be someone with a penthouse somewhere in a metro, you also can’t be sure if you will end up homeless. You are sure about this one fact – anything can happen, be it the penthouse or be it the footpath. There’s no judgement that being in a penthouse in a metro is good for your life if all you look for in life is some time to look at the city while you sit on the bench – on the footpath. 

I am sick of uncertainty to be honest, maybe, I don’t know. I sometimes want to be sure about something and other times it feels too good to not know about anything. Maybe we’ll have our whole life to look for answers in the faces, the trees and the words. Maybe we’ll know the answers to all of it, one day. To keep us alive, we need questions to ask this whatever-we-have. We need answers too, otherwise there is no point in you getting on the bike every morning hurrying up to the classroom just so that you don’t get kicked out of the class, even before getting into it. It is a bad feeling about which I don’t give a shit. What if I got kicked out? What’s the worst that could happen? I am sure as hell that I won’t not be having a good time of my life just because someone thought “Hey! It’s wrong to be late when you want to learn about something” Who sets the rules to the way you learn about anything? Did anyone tell you that you had be on time at the front door of your house every Sunday morning at 08:13:00 Eastern Time to learn how you cut your nails? I hope you have not been asked to do that. If you have been, we still have time. 

All we do is think and think we do. I made a few pictures which you can see on this page. You can check out my Instagram for more of these. I had a lot of fun in creating them. These pictures are my way of telling this world that magic can be real. And that I too believe life can be just as fun as I thought it was watching Tom & Jerry hurrying up to school ten years ago while eating my chapati-roll. I hope you like them. If not, I hope you get kicked out of the class tomorrow.

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