Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

I re-read the last part of the series yesterday and today. I was surprised this time because the chapter "King's Cross", which I had failed to understand fully before, seemed much clearer to me all of a sudden. There are strong references to Christianity in this book at several points. Interesting enough that in books one through five I have not spotted these references (yet?). Looking up on the internet I found others have pointed out that the inscriptions on the Dumbledores' and Potters' graves at Godric's Hollow are directly quoted from the Bible.

I have been struggling with the concept of resurrection and life beyond death for a long time. It keeps popping out at me from unexpected places. I must say I have not understood the whole idea. Even more confusing than that idea is the sacrifice of Jesus for all humanity on the cross. Though the idea at times is a really comforting one to me I find it difficult to place it and I do not seem to have grasped it yet. Perhaps at some point when these ideas are thrown at me from a certain angle I will be able to see more clearly. 

For Those About To Rot

Yes that is exactly what she is about to do. She is a rich girl about to start new stuff and yet she is going to rot. She has musical instruments and knows how to use them but she is letting it all rust and go to waste. She has forgotten how to look forward to things. She has a few friends here and there but none of them are really aware of her existence. She seems to be just wasting every single talent entrusted to her. All she knows to exercise is the ability to sleep and her mountains of self-sympathy. She stinks.
We salute you.

Tolerance on the constructi-n-o site, please

The writer and her skill. Something of that sort.
While English is a versatile and rich language, suited to the needs of the common man and the literary connoisseur all at once, we find that it still has a core character consisting of... what the hell, let me stop pretending. I have no inkling on how to write. So please give me some time and space to "develop". That is what you, dear blog, have been doing for me. As long as a person is in her early tweens and has not an idea what moves and shakes her, even if she happens to have heard that rock'n'roll isn't noise pollution, she is useless to the world of literature, that is to say invisible. No fame. No name. Just help her get going with her life, then settle her to some idea she likes and then boom. Watch her rise. Watch her increase in audience, good reviews and readership. However, there is a little step towards this dream that must be undertaken by her personally, nobody else, painstakingly and critically. She needs to collect her weapons. Meaning, her vocabulary and her general knowledge. And her maturity. And her sense of humour. Well, a few kilograms of fat cells and laziness here and there cannot hurt her either. You get the drift, the poor girl needs to grow some more. Allow her to do it, and may I remind you that nobody is forcing you to read her blog. You are reading it out of free choice. 

Then finally someday far off in the future, the probability of the following scenario will no longer be negligible: The hand that once spared no effort in sharpening its pen will begin to chisel at a solid sculpture. The sculpture will create itself through the practiced hand, assume shape and life under the seemingly effortless, intuitive guidance of the sculptor, of its own accord, almost how the hand dealt to an experienced bridge player reaches its full potential when bid properly. The hand will have become the tool, prepared enough to conceive and express what lies within or without the access of its owner. Language will marry content, and style will marry import. I'm looking forward to writing my masterpiece, someday, somewhere.

To the party birds out there

Getting invited to a party is a difficult thing. I suspect that the people who are really chilled out and spend a lot of time with their friends are most likely to hear about parties, so of course they will have the most parties to go to. Of late I have got used to thinking that it is a sign of bad social behaviour to not go to parties! No dudes, I'm sorry, I was mistaken and no amount of your trying to make me feel small about this is going to help any longer. In fact, by not going to those crazy parties every now and then and preserving my sanity I am doing the extra work you leave behind. I am able to get up the next morning and sit down to work while you are still busy recovering from last night's fun. Have your pick. Numb yourself with booze and fun songs and dances, and get ready to discover who is jealous of whom. That is what parties are about.
Friends' birthdays, weddings and graduation ceremonies are the only league of occasions which warrant a party. The rest is balderdash basically and goodness knows it is a big shout to spend your Friday evenings with a cool crowd. Alright, if you have a crowd, have fun. But please don't sit in a corner because it is Friday evening and you don't have any parties to go to and you don't have a crowd. The reason you don't is because actually you don't want to go to them. Basically you are getting what you want.
It is a lot more comforting to sit at home and enjoy a sensible novel with a bowl of ice cream in hand than get drunk at some birthday bash and spend the next hours with a raging headache. I have had enough of wanting to be somebody else: You can keep your parties to yourself.