Episkey!

So my blog has a new look... cuz I don't have the patience to change wordpress... like it? U can't exactly do anything about it, if you don't, can you? I hate these kinda situations.. Where I can’t do anything and get told off for asking.. Asking doesn’t really mean I will be able to do anything... its just that I would like to have knowledge of stuff going on in the otherwise mundane lives of other people… Please don’t ridicule me when I do. (Ask)

Yes, this post is about magic. . Not the pull a rabbit out of a hat magic but more of the fantasy dragons and wizards and mage magic.. Not exactly Salem from Sabrina type, or I dream of Jeannie, or bewitched... it may not exist right in front of our eyes right now but theres no reason to believe it never did... and theres no reason to believe it doesnt exist in those dark alleys and in those bright lights you pass by everyday..


Maybe the medium is now different... A stream of cuss words muttered under your breath may sound like a wizard muttering an incantation... and you may point the stylus of your phone as a wand... Fortunately or unfortunately, they don’t work. But that doesn’t mean you can ever question its existance...

Someone asked me that day, have I experienced magic? Yes I have... but it’s in everything around you, havent You? (experienced magic, I mean, don’t let your perv mind wander)... You just have to open your eyes... And look...


You dont need to be in a pentacle to draw out spirits. (You definitely need to be in a bar for that, on a lighter note). If you are positive, good people are drawn towards you.. And if you remain positive, bad people will also turn good people eventually.. So that circle of karma that you keep clean? That is your pentacle..


Its magic that’s the force behind my writing.. ( Theres a word for it apparently, scripturient. (adj.) having a consuming passion to write. (pro) skrip-‘tUr-E-ent). That feeling when you click on publish? Indefinable.. I almost feel a swoosh when I do. J

Don’t you believe in that innocent magic in the eyes of a two year old when he sees a new playground, or even a new plaything? (I still hate kids.. This magic can be seen from a distance)

Don’t you believe in the chemistry what makes you hit it off with a person who you have no previous interaction with? That’s magic...

Don’t you believe in the power that makes you go from friends to close friends to best friends? That’s magic...

The magic when u hugs your friends after seeing them after ages... That’s something you can’t describe can you? (That’s again, nothing but magic)

Sometimes you think fate brings about things in your life... but whats fate if not magic? Its fate that brings people together and keeps them apart. Its fate that allows a person to have a life, however hard you try to control your life, its fate (magic, I mean)

Like reading a good book... Some can take you to another planet, some back in time and some to that place in your head that you never want to get out off... Seriously, it took me like a day to get out of alagaesia the last time I read it in my usual record speed... And Middle earth? I think that’s what heaven must be.. I never want to emerge from that comfortable cocoon of middle earth that’s in my head..

Magic can be found in stolen moments... those hugs after years of longing… One smile from a new born baby... Magic comes from emotions... And selfless feelings... It lingers on even when they are apart... It’s the force that keeps people together, and away, at times... Magic is found in dreams and Dreamer with the Caps D, I am.

And who says dragons don’t exist? Of course they do... (No, they are not overgrown lizards of the Galapagos Islands... or those extinct dinosaurs... though their eggs may look similar... a pterodactyl is a very sad version of it... don’t even THINK of going there, a pterodactyl that breathes fire, that’s like stretching it really thin) and both good ones as well as bad ones exist... The good ones are those wise words which your subconscious presents at moments of turmoil and says Let it be (reminds me of Glaedr). And the bad ones? That’s the ones that make you brood on the same things for like a lifetime and never let you forget them, My subconscious Shruikan (Did you know an inheriwiki exists?)(Actually I’d disagree that bad dragons exist, Any bad dragon will only be as bad as its rider, So the magic, again, depends upon you)


Theres fantasy anywhere and everywhere... it’s just up to you... whether you need to see it to believe it... although it will do you good if you believe it... you may even get to see it... Like Roald Dahl says “And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.”

Stories of Imagination tend to upset those without one... And oh boy, do u lead a sad life... And like Salvatore says... “No, I would not want to live in a world without dragons, as I would not want to live in a world without magic, for that is a world without mystery, and that is a world without faith”. Just because you don’t believe in something, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist... I believe in Magic. Period. And when you’re touched by magic, nothing can ever be the same again… It feels more like home in my head than home itself... And yes, Magic is my religion (That’s so much better than cricket and any player as god)

P.S Why Episkey? Cuz I like it, duh!(And not cuz it rhymes with Whiskey) And cuz it means in some words, heal.. So guys heal your overgrown stubborn minds and feel the magic!

Find your inspiration

So this mini vacation of lovely me time, sleep and all other festivities is halfway through.. I love diwali.. and no, although major portion of the love does come from the fact that no one really bothers whether your working or not.. and because of the fact that my boss is on vacation... its because its diwali!  everyone's gotta love diwali.. its the festival of lights, sound and food :)

Food is so amazing... it comforts you when your upset.. it fills you up even if you dont need it... and in the words of ck, it never judges you... any chocolate you eat will never look whether your worth it... any chips packet you rip open will never look at your height or weight or ugly/pudgy face... it doesnt care if your hungry or not... it doesnt care if you look like a pig or not..
And the love in it.. from the food your mom makes (i dont exactly to get any options there, its more of either eat what I cooked after all that sweating in the kitchen early morning or eat air) to the sandwich wala outside your office... the love that goes into cooking can be the only reason of why im not getting any thinner... (yes the sandwich wala loves his job, and thats the love im talking about here)

It feels wonderful to not have opened the laptop to check mail... or wonder about Where lifes taking me..  or wonder about choices when you get to a crossroad.. I wish all roads we walked upon were like highways or expressways... you already know ur destination in mind before getting on it and know which exit is the right one to take... in the words of a friend the phrase my way or the highway doesnt apply.. cuz well obviously im the one choosing the highway ;p

Today toi carried an article... on how a tv show series could teach management lessons... game of thrones and breaking bad being favourites... but how do they manage to inspire you? Thats only cuz of the writer... I hope my writing helps somebody someday.. actually even if u understand me that would be great..

inspiration never announces itself.. and when it does come around u better have a pen and paper or your smart phone... and its really a great feeling that you as a writer are open to so much more just because anything and everything can be used in your writing... I pity them non writers... and the best part? If a writer loves you, you never really die... even if the writer hasnt or has told you about it.. and it doesnt stop at love for people... it goes on to non living things, fantasies and even imaginations..  I also pity them non readers.. who close their world into those four walls and never let their mind wander... never be inspired to write..

Even dumbledore can inspire more than just harry..  he talks about magic in words, which I believe is the reason I believe in magic more than earthly things like love.. if not words then how would my mind not be in this state of constant restlessness... in this state of constant imagination?

He says Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury,
and remedying it...Yes.. its only if you communicate that you can see sparks.. like that from a  wand.. and for the lack of a better medium I write.. (not that I havent tried others, but the feeling of hitting your head against the wall over and over is not really comfortable) I try not to inflict injury on anyone when I do (write or talk) but sometimes I wonder whether people are really so dumb that they cannot understand injury inflicting words or is it that those injuries get inflicted upon myself and never gets through to them.. what more remedy to use I  really don't know...

Im also rediscovering poetry.. its been a long time since any poet has caught my fancy.. the last poem that awed me being eve of waterloo.. and im amazed what triggered it.. flipping channels to find movies that you havent had time to watch is not exactly a place where you find inspiration.. E.E Cummings has immortalised himself in his poems and a movie I dont even remember the name of manages to bring him back to life... (those words from the poem is what I thought this post should be about, but that im keeping in reserve for another time)

He also says ( not exactly in a poem, i think) A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.

The wind has actually been blowing.. and hard.. and for too long have I held on to the last leaf on that tree.. its now time for winter... maybe not as cold as the starks predict but cold nevertheless...

Time doesnt change people.. situations do.. and reactions.. or lack of it do.. I waited too long for you under that lonely oak across the vast field.. this time when ( and if)  you look back ill be gone... dont wonder why.. cuz you will find your answer in your promises.. and your absence...