HEAL MY WORLD TOO, MR. HARRY POTTER!

Finally, the entire Rowling tank has rolled over, worldwide.  Having read and watched the last of Harry’s adventures on wide screen. I am well rested that, the macabre Voldemort has been slayed, and that good has finally won. An eerie peace has settled over me.

 It is time to move on, to find some other enchanting enterprise that keeps me on my toes like Potter did .But before I close the lid to this magical box, there is something I must do. I must think back and chew the cud.

For “Harry Potter” to be such a blitzkrieg, there was something in it, far deeper, than just a boy riding a broomstick, playing a ridiculous game with a ridiculous name. Yes, underneath the array of potions, curses and chocolate frog tarts, there was a take home message for the muggles.

 The orphaned Harry potter who was sparsely fed, locked up and ridiculed was always a cheerful child. Scientifically, it is known that children, who never get “tender loving care”, turn into disturbed adolescents and eventually become men of lowly conduct. But, despite all the odds, the young Harry rose to the occasion and realised that the survival of his entire world rested on his shoulders. He constantly moved with the hope of a better tomorrow. 

 Harry has been portrayed throughout as a Gandhi-an, laying emphasis on idealistic principals. Be it sticking by friends through thick and thin, to choosing the right partner. To, defending the weak and helping your enemies’. Finally realising, that love is more important than all power in the world. 

It is difficult for me to believe that these qualities are actually practicable. But now it sets me thinking, maybe what we need in the world right now is more people who actually think that “they can be the change they want to see in others.”

In India, bombs bombarding civilian life have become common place. Female babies are been killed by the dozen. India almost tops the list for places where in the streets aren’t safe for women. The jails are over populated with scamming politicians. The Indian system is diseased in the mind, body and soul. We as a country have gone to the dogs.

And “We”- the educated, the free spirited, the liberated, the 21^st century masses. We blog, we tweet, we comment about the muck we are stuck in. We crib as a nation about our unjust judicial system, our incapable police forces, our corrupt politicians, our outdated customs and our horrible lives. And yet, when from amidst us, there arises someone, with a dream or passion of making a change, someone who believes in their ability to become the vanguards to a new country. We pull them down, we suck them in with our negative criticism, and we drown them in our muck. We clip their wings and wring their necks, till their voice becomes so faint that it is never to be heard anymore.

In 1963, Martin Luther King Jr just spoke of “a dream” .He never saw the dream come true.  But what if they had silenced King too?  Perhaps, then today, Barack Obama would have been somewhere in Kenya. Would the thought of being Mr.President, ever be conjured?  A voice created history!

They say, “If history is forgotten, history repeats itself”.  If we deny that it is our duty to uphold the integrity of our country. Maybe we need to get back under shackles. This time, the tyrants will not come from the west or the east, they are already there looming amidst us. The “death eaters” of poverty, misery, ill-health and corruption will over power us.

Is this the life we want for ourselves? Where we kill to survive? Struggle to educate ourselves only later to murder our girl babies? Where we slaughter each other in pent up rage?  Remember: “An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind”. It’s high time we turn our swords into ploughshares. Let’s kill one Horcrux at a time and finally wipe-out the evil from our land. Let the Harry in each one of us rise to the occasion and heal the world.