Saturday, 16 June 2018

Night Jasmine

Night Jasmine or Parijat
Six petals in sync
With orange centre as link

Adorned with white peace
Singing with the trees

Fragrant, pure and polite
Holding the divine light

For it begins at dusk
And greets us at dawn

Resting on the leaves              
Or on the path, it weaves

A true reflection
Of perfection

Photo courtesy - Google 

Sunday, 10 June 2018

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Chapter 7 – The Boggart in the Wardrobe

It was the Defence Against the Dark Arts class and Professor Remus Lupin had plans to teach us about the Boggart as there was one inside the wardrobe kept right in front of us. The Boggart sounded eager to meet us.

The Wardrobe with the Boggart inside.

Can anybody tell me what a Boggart looks like’, asked Professor Lupin and of course, there was one who knew the answer, Hermione, she said, ‘no one knows, Boggarts are shapeshifters, they take the shape of whatever particular person fears the most, that’s what makes them so…’, ‘so terrifying, yes, yes’, Professor Lupin finished Hermione’s sentence and added, ‘luckily, a very simple charm exists to repel a Boggart… let us practice it now… ah, without wands please… after me, ridiculous.’  We all spoke, ‘ridiculous.’ ‘Very good, little louder, very clear, listen – riddiKulus.’ Except Malfoy and his sidekicks, we all repeated the spell, ‘riddiKulous.’

The class ended before I could try.

Though I didn’t get a chance to face the Boggart in that particular class because when Potter… nevertheless, till date ‘riddikulus’ stays to be one of my favourite spells. I miss those days…


At the Harry Potter exhibition. 

A Boggart, present in many English folklore as a notorious spirit inhibiting the house or the field, is portrayed wonderfully in the Harry Potter series. It takes the shape of what we fear the most, which is quite troubling a thought, but we can overpower it by using the spell riddikulus i.e. by imagining a completely ridiculous shape and forcing the Boggart to be that.

This is truly a fabulous spell, big thanks to J. K Rowling for it.

In our Muggle (non-magic) life, we face Boggarts daily, stubborn Boggarts (bosses, elders, bullies and we ourselves) who aren’t shapeshifters; we give them a grand horrible shape in our mind and then look for places to hide. But we can make the trouble look ridiculous, we can laugh at it, at least from inside, and who knows after a few days, months, years, these troubles actually look ridiculous to us. Like our childhood worries, that bad score in a test, that upcoming Parents’ Meet, those nail-biting worries now look ridiculous.

Professor Lupin faces the Boggart and it takes the shape of the full moon.

Also, Boggarts aren’t very intelligent, all they try is to scare the one they face, like the Boggart took shape of the full moon when Professor Lupin came in front of it, without thinking that being moon won’t stop Lupin from saying the spell (one doesn’t become a werewolf just in seconds).

So, just like Boggarts our worries are also not that intelligent, if we calm down and think properly, an answer, a way-out immediately pops-up in front of us and all we are left is with the execution bit.


It is true that in non-magic world problems attack in umpteenth ways and maybe every time this spell might not work, but there is no harm in trying, all we have to do is stay calm as we face the troubling Boggart and say RIDDIKULUS!

Watch the Boggart scene from the Harry Potter and Prisoner of Azkaban film here -

Thursday, 7 June 2018

Farrukh and Coco

In a hurry Farrukh forgot his wallet on the desk and left.

Down the stairs – nod to the watchman – walking towards the car – caressing hair – quick glance at the car window – slipping hand into the pocket – pausing for a second – no wallet – retracing steps – opening the door – “I forgot my wallet like an idiot” – bedroom – long pause – returns and bids me goodbye.

I smiled at him. Just a few minutes ago Farrukh came to get his car keys. Of course, I tried to tell him about the wallet, but he didn’t listen and cutely replied “see you in the evening Coco”.

Now, Farrukh will come back for the third time, yes he will, he has forgotten to put my food in the bowl. Look-look, it is empty.

When he returns, I will go near the table and bark loudly, for he has also forgotten his wrist watch there. O Farrukh!

Sunday, 3 June 2018

Winsor Blue

Winsor blue coloured painting stayed back in her mind for a reason unknown. The soft flowers, every petal breathed of composure and hummed it in her ears. She understood nothing, albeit she sensed the tone seamlessly. Standing in front of the painting, tilted head, she absorbed it… blink after blink, stare after stare… slowly letting it seep within.

Measure her smile to know the reason or smile along.

The Trip to Jerusalem pub, Nottingham by John Wright

Thursday, 17 May 2018

Walking In Her Own Style

Sara never thought of running the race. She lived in the moment, carrying all emotions in one potli, always responding quickly to the dancing wind.

Pausing or stopping was also not her aim. Sara believed in action, her genre was action.

That tarot card reader did say that her stars were tricking her for fun and times will change, that she should be ready to fight. All Sara felt then was that a glitch is a glitch.

Time changed and Sara started running the race. She didn’t realise it for a quarter and when she did, dismayed, she tried to pause the world.

A year passed by on the calendar and Sara at last acknowledged it. You know she had to, her neighbours burnt firecrackers all night on the New Year eve.

Sara understands the race better now, but she still loves walking in her own style. When an obscure voice asked her what next, she confidently said, ‘wait and watch.’

(A Potli means a packet or a bag.)

Saturday, 21 April 2018


The beach was audible to her in intervals. She walked bare feet on the sand and still didn’t smile. Rhea had muffled thoughts, a cluster full of it, covering her face. And that is why she couldn’t see the beautiful, starry canvas right above her. The sky didn’t twinkle, the waves didn’t play music for her. Like a ghost, locked in some tragic seconds, she moved slowly, that pale thing or maybe the world moved around her, and she stood still.

But the beach was audible to her in intervals. And she unconsciously moved towards the ocean. The interval ended, but it was too late for to be locked back again… a wave rushed towards her and caught her. Rhea took a deep breath and looked down, her feet were wet, the waves danced forward and backward. She smiled before she could stop herself.

Rhea could now hear the gushing ocean, see the sparkling stars, feel the cool wind and the cool sand. She started walking, this time not shying from the waves. She sauntered along the shore, opening her arms and welcoming the wind, the waves and the night sky in intervals.  

Saturday, 7 April 2018

Not Alone

You are not alone
Know this and take the way home
Not to the concrete walls
Or to those fairy dolls
For Time is playing an old game
New Faustus, but the end will be the same
The dim light that you see within
That is wavy, translucent as linen
Is there to guide you through it all
To help you rise when you fall
Forever glowing and reaching
The peaceful piece in you

So you are not alone
Know this and take the way home

Night Jasmine

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