All You Need is a Smile

As promised, here is part two of my story series. If you have not read the first one then it is recommended that you do so, but is not necessary. Highly appreciate criticism in the comments section.

Every thought, every action, every being, everything seemed revolting. The white bed-sheets, the nurses in white dresses, the white paint on the walls. They all seemed repulsive, it seemed to her that that quiet colour and the calm surroundings were teasing her. How could anything ever be gentle or serene. If I could color them I would paint everything black. Yes black with violent red. She wondered if Akrit would have done the same.Thoughts seemed to race past in an intermingled blur. Her paralysed husband, her daughter Sarah, the pain within herself and the damned serenity of the hospital. She wondered why her husband committed suicide. Why there was no suicide note. Was it her fault? There were too many whys and none becauses. It was all too much for her, more than anyone could take. She did not want to suffer more than anyone.  She shouted- something between a cry of desperation and a mockery of what was happening. She broke the machines near her, tried to rip apart any bed-sheet she could find and started beating the white walls. It was the only thing she could think of doing. She was one of the foremost and famous intellectuals in the world, and all she could think of beating those white walls. It was her feeble attempt at revenge, from what, she did not know- life maybe. By the time the nurses came, she was lying unconscious on the floor, midst her own mess.

The doctor asked ‘Samantha’?

It was more than three hours since she fell unconscious and twenty more minutes since she lay awake. Though she did not want to open her eyes. She was not prepared. She believed that she could escape it all by delaying everything. The thing is, no one is ever fully prepared. You may lead the game one-nil from the first minute only to see a couple of self-goals in the last. At last she gave up. She could not have outrun life itself, there is only so much that you can run from.

“I am sorry for the way I behaved this morning, doctor. How is Akrit?”

“Samantha. You suffered what is called a ‘Panic Attack’. Akrit, I’m afraid, has not shown signs of any further recovery and we doubt if he will ever be able to. I am sorry Samantha, everything will be fine. Take care”

Everything will be fine. Oh yes, everything will be fine, why shouldn’t it? Try saying that to yourself when your wife becomes a vegetable, you bastard. She had had her share of drama today and was already feeling sorry that she thought about those words. She was tired, she was sick and she wanted to give up. She looked at herself in the mirror. She remembered the way Akrit used to describe them, as only a writer could and she remembered the way she blushed. Streams of tears now flowed across those red cheeks. Oddly it now gave her a portly appearance of a person who has seen more than one should. Her blonde hair was in disarray- spread everywhere like the ruffled feathers of a bird which desperately wanted to break the chains and fly somewhere far off. It was pitiful, the lost face, tattered hair and those blue eyes which lost their radiance amidst the river of tears. She wanted to end it all, death would be better.

“Hello Mommy”Samantha quickly wiped her tears after-all she had to portray a brave face in front of Sarah.

“Hey dear. Did Nanny give you lunch? Did you watch your favorite Tom and Jerry today dear dodie?”

“Mummy I saw you wiping your those tears. You don’t have to cry, they all are saying that Daddy is fine. But I think they are all lying to me and thinking that I am a little kid. Didn’t daddy say that I am the intelligentest girl ever? Mummy don’t cry, it is not good to cry. Daddy is not speaking. I don’t know why and I don’t like it. I want him to speak. But mumma we cannot cry, we must not cry. Daddy never likes it when I cry, he says that only bad and weak people cry. Mummy don’t be bad. Oh and mumma you keep forgetting Tom and Jerry comes only on Fridays and today is tuesday. Anyways I thought that I should meet you, Granny did not let me come but I slipped through the back door. I am sorry mumma for doing that but I thought that I should be with my mumma. Mumma is more important than Nanny and cartoon. Soweee”

She held her ears with her little white fingers to apologise. Samantha looked straight into her daughter’s clear blue eyes, they were identical to hers. While the mother’s seemed to have lost all hope Sarah’s innocent eyes gleamed with mischievous enthusiasm and hope. They were everything that hers were not.

‘It is Ok dodie’ She could not stop crying.

‘Mumma don’t cry. Everything will be OK.’

Dodie smiled her usual dimpled smile.She felt like a warrior fighting a war which she had no hopes of winning. She realised that life is a game where you don’t get any points for quitting.

‘Yes dodie, it will.’ She said in spite of herself.

Sometimes all that one needs to keep going is a smile.

Filed under: English, Literature, Short story, Story

Links you must visit: Dead frogs, Wooden Cars etc etc

Here are some links which I thought should post. I find them very..er.. amusing. You should like the links. This is not some free service I am doing to you guys. I simply had nothing to do, and this was better than watching paint dry. This post is the reason why I am in love with the internet.

How many guys do you know, who literally died because of using a computer? I know of one. Next time just call your favourite ‘Computer Engineer’ before you touch your computer, will you Mr I-am-in-heaven?

“I would not want to be intimate with someone whose body is literally made up from the bodies of others who have died for their sustenance” Uh uh. The poor meat loving people in New Zealand would think twice from now on before they dip their forks in their juicy Chicken Wings. Click to know why.

Ever fought an online comment war, also known as troll-fighting? It is good if you did not. Who knows it may be your trailer that gets torched because you called someone a ‘nerd’. Is this what they call flaming?

This guy sent 38,000 text messages to a number. Let me say it again so that it sinks in- Thirty eight thousand. He was trying to win a jackpot, he didn’t win the jackpot but did get fired for using his company’s cellphone. And I thought I was an SMS junkie.

Living in Dubai has its benefits. You can see Lambos and Ferraris everywhere. Though I wish I lived in Japan so that I could watch this Wooden Car. Costs 32,500 $, cheaper than a Ferrari. Dunno if it can get you laid though.

Ever dreamt of being able to control a dead frog via the internet? Or maybe you would like to have a pet Hippo?

Did you know that the English used your everyday Atlas to categorise whether a film is pornographic or not? If we knew stuff like this, we would have been studying geography more sincerely.

You think Friday the thirteenth is unlucky? You have reason to be and you are with seventeen million other guys. This superstition costs about 750 million dowlahs.

The best for the last. Next time you think you don’t have change to buy a condom. Or if you usually pee in your pants in front of the pharmacist. Or if you simply don’t have time while things are getting hot. Just ask your mommy where Lysol is. Also used for umm- female personal hygiene. Click here and here and here (As I said the last link is the best)

Quote of the Day: “Dude, I invented the friggin iPhone. Have you heard of it?” – Fake Steve Jobs

PS: There seems to be some problems with italics with this theme. So I may change it. May.

Filed under: Funny, Humor, Links, Random

WordPress: Why I hate you

I am a huge advocate of form being defined by function. To be honest I don’t like this theme a lot, but it does what I want. It is a ‘clean’ and ‘neat’ theme. I always liked themes which put emphasis on readability. This is why I like two column themes where the body is as wide as possible. WordPress is a great blogging platform, but only if you have it installed on a server of yours. Yeah probably that is why a lot of geeks prefer it. There are things that I don’t like on wordpress.com (remember wordpress.org is a different entity- and it rocks) I cannot add any Javascript, cannot add google analytics or adsense or any other advertising service. Does not fully support Safari and have to write this using Firefox, though when I contacted them they told me they told me that they will fix this in the next version. They removed the feed count on the blog-stats page. Considering that the guys who viewed my posts were like 2-3 times more than my average daily visitors, I think I have a valid reason to scorn this time. Any blogger would be happier if he has more feed subscribers. They let you edit the CSS style-sheets, if you pay. This just sucks.

Among other things which suck is the mast. Too bling-bling. The thing left to the text on the header (the blue image) looks like an image from a six year old’s birthday party invitation. The space between text paragraphs is too less and perhaps the font-size a bit small. The link color in the body text is too subtle, and may not get noticed. Tell me if you like it not, special emphasis on readability as I said.

No I won’t shift to Blogger, google seems to have forgotten the words ‘Do no evil’; and may well go down from the list of my favourite companies.

Ah well, I like to crib. Enough about the benefits and disadvantages of WordPress. I do hope that you like the new theme and let us end this on a jolly note. I read this somewhere-

The box said Windows 95 or better, so I switched to a mac

Filed under: Themes, Wordpress

iPhone in Dubai – Jan 2008

The iPhone, unlocked and without contract, will be coming to Dubai in January 2008. It will cost 3299 AED. From a reliable website’s reliable source.

It will be 2.5G (Same as the US – Edge but no 3G). Ruddy hell, who cares. It is the damn iPhone.

Well this may also mean that the phone could be available in the rest of Asia too somewhere around that.

Now only if you would lend me 3299 AED (About 898.91 US / 37,938.50 Rs)

Please. Pretty Please. Really. Please.

Filed under: Apple, Dubai, iPhone, Technology

Harry Potter, Jo and Dobby.

This post contains spoilers. Though if you haven’t already read or finished the book then you probably don’t care about the spoilers anyways. The warning was for those unfortunate people who somehow could not get the book thanks to pre-ordering services or something like that.

Harry Potter. Harry frikkin’ Potter. I bow down, Jo.

Ok, I was unhappy with the epilogue of the book. The only thing I did not like. I mean it is one thing not knowing the joke about the Hag, Healer and the Mimblus Mimbletonia; and another not knowing what Harry, Ron, and Luna end up becoming. They could end all end up working for SPEW and we wouldn’t know about it. So much for “There will be no need for anymore books, all questions will be answered”. Though now notice the use of the word ‘was’. Jo has confirmed that there will be a Harry Potter encyclopedia which will have a lot of things she wanted to include in the books but couldn’t. It will also have information on what paths the wizards and witches chose.

It has been a long journey. I really don’t feel like making this a sad post. Many would have considered Harry going to his Voldemort as the strongest event in the book. I consider the death of Dobby to be the strongest one. I have never read anything so powerful. I mean I was just not prepared, think of all that he had done; then die. No hellos, no goodbyes. I mean I always thought that Lupin would die (though I admit that I was a bit unsure after he married and had Teddy- probably that is why Jo killed Tonks too)

This book took me the longest to read. I did not sleep the night before (was in a car for six hours to get the book), it is not really easy to read in a car (on the way back). I was reading this really slowly, and I am proud that I could foresee many things that happened in the book.

To cut the crap, it was a great book and I am sad.

Filed under: Deathly Hallows, Dobby, Harry Potter, Rowling

Orkut

I pasted this on my Orkut ‘About Me’ profile yesterday. Thought you may like it. 

(EDIT: I wrote this myself, just in case you wondered where I did I ‘paste’ it from. Oh and if you are among those who came across this page while looking for  ‘about me orkut’ or ‘orkut profile cool’; all I ask you to do is – erggh leave it. You can visit my Orkut profile here.)

Half my brain cells are speculating the repercussions of not filling this section. The other half is sleeping, having plotted things transcending human comprehension all day. The working half is still assessing what would happen if I do not join this perpetual race to be among the coolest of orkut profiles, would it be termed blasphemous or sacrilege? Will writing be easier than the contemplation and deliberation? Should I be sleeping like most other adults as it is three am? Or should I, like other teenagers, be surfing porn websites, or talking to their boyfriends or girlfriends, or changing their MSN nicknames to cooler things. Changing their display pictures to the few pictures that hide their flat chests, grotesque noses, disproportionate behinds and short height and what not; so that they get complemented as they simultaneously chat with three other people. They’ll get their ‘beautifuls’ and ‘awwsums’, it would be rude for people not to do so. The human race is obliged to pump Helium into already inflated egos.

I am not expected to quail away and not exercise all my acumen, every bit of humor, sarcasm, and wit I posses. It is uncool to not try your best to be cool.The third most uncoolest thing to do after ‘wnna b fran4 casual sex’ and photos of Brad Pitt for display pictures. What if someone visits and reads my profile and then thinks that I am dyslexic? What if he (or or what if she is a ‘she’?!) scraps me that I should be banned from Orkut and calls me pea brained and that it is filled with african-grade dung instead of the cerebro spinal fluid?

Should I be replying and tell the ignorant portion of their cerebrum that it is a politically incorrect statement to make about Sudan. Do they know that half their I-met-you-once-at-that-refugee-camp friends die before they can accept their ‘friend requests’, because of no electricity to run computers?

Murphy, my spiritual guide, tells me that ‘if anything can go wrong it will’. What if i intentionally choose to keep this field blank and try to be uncool? Was he told in school that two negatives make a positive? Was he so brilliant that he never attended school, or was he brilliant because he never attended school? What if two negatives, clash with a third negative (in accordance with Murphy) creating an infinite loop? Will I be able to procrastinate time itself till Murphy decides what is going to happen?

If time does not really stop, then does it imply that Murphy was wrong? Does that mean that anything that can go right will go right (was that a lot of thats?). Will I rise to find myself in my Las Vega Condo with Katherine Heigl and Elisha Cuthbeth wearing a crown labelled ‘The Master of the Orkut’ ? Will I still want to unceremoniously obliterate ‘About me’.If Murphy was right, which I bet he was, will time stop? Would I have prevented the apocalypse? More importantly, will I be remembered for that? Famous enough to have official Orkut communities established in my name? Will the aliens save us? Will their females be hot? What if they are all androzygous? What races will we produce when we mate with them in that case? Will they let me name them ‘Adinosauraii’?

If nothing like this happens, would I be blamed for the depressing sad suicidal little existence you live? Is it my fault that your assignments ain’t completed because you were busy thinking of a hundred futile ways to impress your cute neighbor? That you pooped in your pants while trying to fart silently? Is it my fault that the earth the way it is? Maybe partly. Go, get your daily dose of Social networking. Keep feeding your alter egoes. Say ‘hey wssa’ even if you met them precisely 74.545 seconds back. Or are are you part of some propaganda to render IMs obsolete? Keep scrapping till they give you the ‘coolest social networker of the year’ award because you have more scraps than you can count; Orkut is your illusionary sanctum from the angst and misery you are drowning in, you know it. Do not blame my over-worked, caffeinated half of brain cells. I do digress and have a flair for the hyperbole.

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Just Another Guy: An Ordinary Story About Ordinariness

As usual with all my stories and poems, please provide feedback for the same. Criticism, as always, is highly appreciated. Inputs help in development of skills and help me gauge myself. If you liked this then please also read my last story, if you have not already read the same. I believe the previous story is much better compared to the current one.

Arthur Gold was as an ordinary man. No not an ordinary man who did so and so to become so and so. But just another man. He could well have been the proverbial guy next door. His life averaged around the average definition of the average. The hero of this story is as mundane and quotidian as one could imagine. In fact, to term him ‘hero’ would be erroneous and he shall hence be referred to as the protagonist. This tale is not one of adventure, comedy or tragedy or one with a mysterious murder to solve. Nothing of that kind normally occurs in normal lives.

Most stories start with visual descriptions of the hero (the protagonist in our case). The story excuses itself from the same and assures you that they were nothing special. You would not have recognized his face in the newspaper from someone else even if you would have seen him the previous day. No, he did not look ugly either- for that would have meant that you remembered him. Anyways you would not call being ugly ordinary, would you? Talking about newspapers, his name never graced either the Front Page, Business Page, Sports Page or for that matter any page. Yes a small obituary with his photo would have been published by his family on the second page at his death, just like most people. He was not among the rich and famous, who are envied; nor was he among the poor and destitute who are pitied. He was among them who did all the pitying and all the envying. He had a normal job – like most people. For which he was occasionally late – like most people; something for which he was always shouted at – like most people. In fact nothing in this story would shock you or surprise you. I shall perfectly understand if you do not wish to pursue reading any further. More intelligent authors know about this, and that is why no one writes stories about Arthur Gold or Jane Doe; for there are few who who like prosaicness- in prose or verse. Alas, this story has started and every story, good or bad (or to put it in the tone of this story- ordinary or extraordinary) has to have an ending.

I have already told you that Arthur’s fortunes never changed. He never discovered that he was a wizard on his thirtieth birthday. He never won a lottery, (he had once bought a couple of tickets and never again.) He did have have a college crush on someone, but like most people he never mustered the courage to ask her out. He never received a will from a distant aunt who died in a freak accident. One of his Aunts did bequeath him her property, but that hardly changes this character or story. His Aunt was not rich and she died an ordinary death. It is the Author’s belief that anything unremarkable must always be confined to unremarkable surroundings to remain so. Newton would have probably explained that saying Every action has an equal and opposite reaction and that reaction may lead to other actions. Le Chatelier would have said that change of any of the reactant mixture would lead to disturbance of the product equlibria. Shakespeare probably said something else which probably would be quoted among the higher echelons of the society when discussing things like these. The lower strata, as I previously mentioned, would have simply said ‘What? I don’t care”. Arthur said something which no one cared to remember.

He did not die at the ripe old age of 92 or at the young age of 47. Such was his case that he died at the ordinary age of 76. Adjectives, other than those synonymous to ordinary would never associate themselves with his name. No not even on his death. Reading his file, the ‘Keeper of Records’ who resides in the office next to God’s was thoroughly disturbed.

He asked the Master himself- “Oh Lord! What had he done, to deserve this plight? Why did he end up becoming what everyone fears the most and yet by definition everyone ends up being so- the ordinary? Why was he ‘Just another guy’. Could you not have helped him at some point of the time? Why do the Arthurs and the Janes have to be so?”

Master replied “Romilda Bagshot,whom Arthur fancied in college, reciprocated his feelings, though subtly so. She kept waiting for a proposal from Arthur, but finally decided to move along. Arthur’s life would have been much different had he been with her. Arthur only bought two lottery tickets in his life, one of which ended up being the winning number. I am yet to know why he did not ever look at the tickets which he bought. Arthur was to be given a substantial pay raise and a promotion in office somewhere near his thirty second birthday, but he came late that day. Five years after tha-”

“But sir, then is it not your doing that he was late for office or that he could not ask Romilda out. Are you not the one who controls fates, situations and circumstances?” interrupted the keeper.

“Dear dear, I can hardly be blamed for him forgetting to change the batteries of his alarm clock. Is it my fault that he could not go up and talk to Romilda? The ones who notice the consequences of not changing their batteries and the ones who have courage are the ones who becoming the someones from the anyones“

The keeper, thinking of the protagonist’s life that could have been, merely said “Only if he had…. Only if…How tragic!”

“How ordinary” his master corrected him, smiled; and resumed working.

Filed under: Literature, Short story

Good things & other good things

You know what feels good? Writing a post in the normal way. That would be using internet on your laptop and writing all this sitting with legs outstretched. While I still think it is unusual to use GPRS for the same on a mac as one’s primary connection (and only), but then nothing unusual would not make for normal. It took me a lot of effort to connect to the internet, a lot. There was nothing wrong on the settings from my side, nothing at all. Those wretched bastards made excuses which deserves another post. May their bosses give them hell, who in turn be troubled by their wives and may their children continuously pester them for expensive things.

This has strengthened my determination to set up an India-Mac community blog. People interested can mail me or leave their views in comments. Prateek (whom I must thank for helping out with the connection settings too) has agreed for the same. We do know about everyone being busy, but even if you contribute some articles, something is better than nothing, innit? I think I will start work on this after I complete my internship. This would be on 18th. 20th night is reserved for going to Ahmedabad. The morning of 21st reserved for buying and reading the one. I will be traveling eight hours each way so that I can read the book the day it is released. I could have got it the next day, but who wants that. If you think that I am among those crazy Potter maniacs, then FYI- I am one and proud to be one. Yeah so I should start the blog some-where around that.

Gotta go, just downloaded two eboks that I have been looking for a long time. I literally asked every bookshop in India, and there ain’t many bookshops in Dubai, no kidding. They charge as if you are not buying Hitchhikers Guide To Galaxy but looking for a ride to to the International Space Station. The books are the two that Jo wrote for charity. If anyone needs any of the HP books (including the extra two) then ask

A toast to mankind for inventing things like EDGE, GPRS, Mobile Phones, ebooks, and Harry Potter!

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Money, Mobiles & Me

First things first, I want an iPhone and I want it bad. I just wished it had 3G (which I think it will probably have in Europe) and a ‘Send to many’ messaging feature (which I think Apple will change via a software update) I must have read at least a hundred feeds about the phone. The good news for me is that I no longer have to worry about paying for the new phone. Dad has agreed to buy me one. That is some good news indeed, I just wish that the phones were available in India or Dubai. Errrgh.

Talking of money, poor old Bill Gates is no longer the richest guy in the world. The new guy is some mexican whose name that I don’t remember. I just read his name like twenty times in the last half and hour and I don’t remember his name! I would have attributed that to Alzheimers, but I do remember that I am not old enough. I think it is due to my cerebrum’s general disregard for anything related to what we would call ‘General Knowledge’. I used to be pretty good at that and I still consider myself knowledgeable enough when it comes to things like those, but my memory of things like the first living creature in space seems to be leaving me ( The first answer that my brain gave to the question was – Lenovo :p Then the words were Laiko, Laika and blah. Google tells me that the dog indeed was Laika. The name of the guy, the guy richer than Bill friggin Gates, is Carlos Slim)I still do not have internet with at my home. I have been accessing sites via GPRS and to be honest, I am glad that I have this connection. Even if it is on my stinky Nokia browser and not on iPhone’s Safari. Still, it is a real pain in the thumb. Chatting through your phone is just too hard on your thumbs (unless it is a phone with QWERTY keyboard (physical or not ;D) ) and so is typing anything. I cannot use the T9 dictionary for chatting also does not help (I once sent bra in place of brb to a female friend.) There are several other interesting word pairs too which you get on hitting the same keys, none which I am able to remeber now). It is good that I can read feeds easily on my phone and check mails too, hence giving me something to do. I changed my feed reader from Bloglines to Google-Reader just because of the latters ability to support mobile phones (also partly because of Scoble and Sumedh. The only thing remaining now is GTalk. Does anyone know of any Web-based messenger or Symbian phone application so that I can use the same? Other than Agile messenger or IM+ (which are not free). I wish google made one, their GMail mobile application is just fantabulous. I also miss not being able to do multiple things at the same time on the phone. Also I spent Rs 120 on GPRS charges yesterday alone.I really want to read the HPDH and I really want my Notebook battery and charger back and I want an internet connection.

I think my posts have been very off my blog flavor lately. I again blame the the above mentions three things for the same. I would also have blamed those things for this world going to dogs, if I knew if there was any chance that you would believe me. No, actually it is due to Microsoft Corp and Saas Bahu serials.

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My Favourite Harry Potter Characters

I have been reading ( re re re re re re…. reading) Harry Potter these days and I thought that Harry has to be blogged about. With the entire world talking, reading, dreaming, and thinking about Harry how can I be left behind? To top it all, my blog- small, young and naughty as it might be, does not contain a single HP post. How how how? I of all who would not only talk, read, dream, think about Harry but even would be eating and drinking HP if I could buy canary creams or cheeriness potions, not have a single post on you-know-what. Here is the first, of what I hope would be of several posts on HP. Here is a small list of characters whom I dearly like, other than the trio ofcourse.

 

Sirius Black: If you go through PoA carefully enough and look at his character development, you are bound to love him. The way he cares for harry brings tears to eyes. What I particularly like about him is that he does not care. Would you be laughing had you been dueling one of the Dark Lord’s closest associates?

 

Lupin: Lupin, ah he is a class act. He is the cool-headed guy, the mediator, the considerate guy; quite in contrast to Black. The way he carries himself, in spite of his tattered robes and the fact that he is looked down upon or not trusted, if not shunned, by a significant proportion of the wizarding world- which at a time included his best friends; is to be admired. In fact I almost pity him. I almost pity him, he has had everything taken away from him- James was murdered by Voldemort, Wormtail betrayed him and Black too is dead. To top it all Dumbledore is dead too. Thank god, at least he got Tonks now.

 

Tonks: Nymphadora Tonks, the metamorphmagus.Young  and full of energy, oh and daring too. Though the smallest (by virtue of word-length) character in this list, I still like her. I really like the way Jo writes her lines. She got this whole cheery charm with her.

 

Fred and George: I know they are two guys but they are and will always be associated together (add cheesy analogy here). Give me any line from the book and I can tell you who said that-except when it comes to the twins. I can never tell which of the two in particular said or did that thing. Find me someone who does not like them. I missed them a lot in the sixth book.

 

Dumbledore: He is the Gandalf of the Potter world, though the chances of him coming back are nil (Jo lierally said that “Dumbledore is not going to pull a Gandalf”). The moments where one sees the subtle and emotional side of Dumbledore will remain my favourites. A man who bore the burden of being wise. Spiderman may or may not have followed the line- With great power comes great responsibility, but you bet your wands, that Dumbledore surely did.

 

Neville: He is the odd one out in this list. It is not that my eyes gleam when I see his name, like they do when I see Fred & George’s; but I really like his character. Maybe it is that I always favor the underdogs, but he has been through a lot and you can see and feel the potential in him. He has grown considerably since the first book. I think he will be the perfect match for Luna Lovegood, if Jo pairs him with anyone, I bet it is her.

 

I may have missed some characters, maybe I’ll write them later.**Edit: I missed Ginny, she really has become a very interesting character since OOTP. Her coming to prominence so late probably being the only reason I am not so attached to her enough to be in this list presently** You may have noticed that neither Hagrid or any of the other Weaselys in there. I dunno why, I would feel really bad if any one of them died but maybe it is Hagrid’s dumb antics and Molly’s over-enthusiasm that I don’t like. Among the Weasleys my list would probably be like

 

Ron=(Fred & George)> Ginny> Bill (He is quite cool)> Charlie> Arthur> Molly> Percy (Does he have to be here?)

 

I think this made for a not-so-good post, but then I did not think that it would be so lengthy. I think another post on HP is due, probably having my predictions. One last word- Harry Potter rocks.

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