A Cold, Cold Life

Yup. It's another April summer, and once again, I have a cold. After being molly-coddled (the word summons up a vision of Molly Weasley in an apron - typical) with warm water for over 3 months(because we didn't want to risk me getting ill during my exams), all I did was take a tiny sip of cold water at a friend's house, and BAM. The Arrival of The Cold.
Lol. And my parents still have no idea how I caught it. But let me get to the point. You know, I assume, the downsides of having a cold. You can't smell anything, you can't taste anything. And for someone like me, that's a lot. I was the kind of girl in school, who could smell the school lunch minutes before the bell rang, and 9 out of 10 times, I was spot on. My talent fizzed out toward the end though. (Just had another revelation- that school is really over)
You know that moment when you drink water, and you can just taste it's pure... wateriness? I miss that. And just being able to smell when your mom's making your least favourite food, would be a nice warning. Yup, thanks, mom, the smell from the kitchen prepares me for what I'll see on my plate.
I can't wait for my cold to get over, so I can get back to.... ICECREAMS! What's a summer without an icecream or two, or maybe a dozen a day?
Well, school is over, and the summer is starting. I have a week of holidays, after which I will be undergoing rigorous training(called 'crash courses') to compete in the world's most competitive college-entrance exams. So that does mean I won't be able to post until the end of April.
Coughing,
☼Sunny☼

Beautiful Places

Well, I wrote a poem. I was in school one day(it was a holiday, so I was free). I was supposed to be learning Computer Science for my 12th Board Exam which was 2 days away, but I just felt in the mood to write a poem. Where I was sitting, was actually the junior library. It overlooks the back of the school(which is all fields and grass), and my friends and I often used to end up there just for the view. Thankfully, the teachers never minded, since we were seniors, and all we did was work. Like I said, I was alone, and the wind was blowing hard, and it all looked so pretty, and it reminded me of how my friends and I used to sit there across from each other, and read magazines, or chat, or really work. And I wrote a poem(no, I'm not a weirdo.)
(This poem is mine, and mine only. It is my original work, and I am not aversive to it being reproduced elsewhere, as long as it is done with my explicit permission, and a link is provided to my blog, as credit. So please be rational, and just. )


So, here goes... 

Credit

Beautiful places remind me of beautiful things...
Beauty within, and beauty without.
The beauty of the wind around me...
Each cool breeze blows into my eyes
the only things that fade not with time
but instead brighten, gleam as the sky and stars
-memories adored of times gone by.
The beauty of love around me...
Each friendly face a subtle reminder
of the sunlight and the moonshine to my days
for the saying is true that goes,
"Friends are the family you choose".
The beauty of love inside me...
(for which throbs my heart and flows my blood)
Love for all the love that makes up my life.
Beautiful places remind me of beautiful things...
Beauty within, and beauty without.


This isn't usually the type of poems I write, all abstract and stuff, but hey, I wrote it. So this is me reminding you, that we all exist, but it takes the best of us, to live, and love the way we live. Everybody has hardships, but stop to 'smell the roses', and you shall meet your hardships with a smile, so that they help you onwards.
Will be back later with more, only a week left for my exams(and school) to end.
I love comments, and they make my day, so please leave your thoughts behind..
In a beautiful place,
☼Sunny☼

Harry Potter and the Element of Reality

Hi. I thought I'd talk about the love of my life- the Harry Potter series. Yeah, I know, we wear our hearts on our sleeve, and we declare our hearts to so many things at the same time. But we never do it without a reason. So let's analyse HP.


Orphan makes it big.
Who doesn't love the idea of someone who has been abandoned by the world yet has to find the strength within to keep going? Harry Potter, who lived under the staircase, was the Boy-Who-Lived, and the truth was- he survived. He survived against all odds, made friends, and lived life. That's what we all hope to do, and by building a character to which we connect to, Rowling made him a part of our lives.

Shades of Grey
We know no one if the epitome of goodness. We all have those secrets that we don't want the world to know, and are afraid they will judge us by that. Ron has a complex, Hermione is the girl with the bushy hair and bunny-teeth, and Harry is the ..um.. wait, does he have a fault? 
Okay, moving on. The story, if you notice, is all about people whose qualities are mixed. Petunia, whom we hate from the first book, is actually horrid to Harry because he reminds her of the magical life she was denied. Dudley, who bullies Harry, comes around in the end. Hagrid's a half-giant, Remus is a were-wolf in love with Tonks. 

Epic Characters
One of my most favourite characters ofcourse, is Dumbledore. I connect him with JKR a lot. In a way, he seems to have plotted out Harry's life, from protecting him with the Dursleys, and watching over him in Hogwarts, and then setting out the maze of Hallows and Horcruxes. JKR thought up the whole thing, ofcourse, literally, but she remains a symbol of wisdom- love, love, love, being the resounding theme around which the book was built.
And Severus. The greyest of them all. A hero who sacrifices everything for love is always an eternal favourite, but would anybody have gone as far as he did? "After all this time?" "Always" These shall remain in the Hall of Fame right up there, next to the "Et tu Brute?"(Julius Caesar) and "Some people care too much. I think it's called love." (Winnie The Pooh), and "Bond. James Bond"

Life

Tell me you didn't cry when they said Dumbledore fell ike a rag-doll. Tell me you didn't laugh when Fred said, "What are Fred and I? Next door neighbours?" Tell me you didn't feel the beat of your heart when Harry thought, "Why had he never appreciated what a miracle he was, brain and nerve and bounding heart? To think that people had years and years, time to waste, so much time it dragged, and he was clinging to each second. "

You can't. If you have cried and laughed and lived with Harry Potter, then that is the true success. We will not smirk at those who say Harry Potter series are dumb. But we shall be sympathetic, and we shall feel for them.. that they shall never know the miracle of life... Dumbledore's favourite answer... Love.

Love,
Sunny