Newspapers in India – like, I assume, everywhere else in the world – are crying hard and loud enough about Harry Potter, and people like me are quite baffled about this new entrant in the international arena. This one seems to occupy all the space available, nearly everywhere irrespective of the medium. I am among the less informed who get stumped wreaking our well-fed memories to recall as to which country has a bespectacled boy-President with a wand in his hand. Then, with some help from the surroundings, things get clearer. So, the newspapers are all going so maddeningly colourful and kiddish on account of a character from the children’s book. I mean, I am not against children or their books. After all, it’s huge consolation that they are reading at last – no matter what. This little Potter fellow can spin some magic of some sort with his strange looking wand (isn’t it a little too short?). And we all – young and old, rich and poor – love magic because it makes room for new otherwise-impossible possibilities. Magic throws open the gates to the magical and the impossible – a chance to live out what cannot be acquired. It has that single most important ingredient that makes all dream worth pursuing – hope. The hope that the world will be better tomorrow; that things would improve and not just change. No matter how many times the reality crushes the hope, it survives still. Hope floats in the muddy waters of murky reality. And that makes us live and want to live, and also keeps the Harry Potters alive. Imagination is more important than knowledge, Einstein said quite correctly. Well, it indeed is. How else could a hopeful world be explained despite earthshaking disaster of man’s making. We need the Potters and the fairies as much as our forefathers did.
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I am thoroughly agreed with you! There is no doubt that all the stories of Harry Potter are outstanding. The faeries that were shown in it were amazing. Thanks...
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