Just two days from this day, I stumbled across Pottermore. For those who don’t know, it’s something started by J.K.Rowling. A new way of telling the stories again. But don’t even think about comparing it with the books or the movies. It is not in that league. But for diehard fans like me, it is hard to ignore any new way to reconnect with that magic!
Well talk about “reconnecting”! By the time I was done with it, so many countless memories came tumbling down. The whole saga around Harry Potter, my first book, my first movie, the excitement in the air every time a new book came about, the whole enchantment Harry (and Hermione!) had over all of us! With it, memories of the magical part of my childhood came around to stare me in the face. The next thing I did? Downloaded and sat through the entire movie series, of course!
And just yesterday, I was talking to a friend about this. About my, well, re-ignited passion for the fantastic world of Harry Potter. And she asked, why go back and dwell in a totally fictitious imaginary world? Is it your way to escape, escape the real world? Later that night, I kept thinking, was it? Maybe it was. But then, why shouldn’t I? I mean, we live in the real world, see it, feel it, suffer it, believe it, every single day. If I do get an opportunity, why shouldn’t I try to escape into a different world, a new world, away from everything else, even if for a short while?
Opportunity. Yes, all of us have that opportunity. All of us, have a gift. The gift, to imagine. We have the power to create worlds, exotic, extraordinary worlds, which we have never seen anywhere before. The power to escape, escape a world we have to live in, into a world we have a privilege to create, alter and dwell in. Back when I was smaller, where did my imagination not take me? From castles in snow clad mountains, to futuristic cities, from space shuttles in space, to exotic deserts in Africa. One moment fighting at the battle lines in the second world war, the next, walking out to bat amidst a roaring stadium crowd. Just name it. Weird, extraordinary, impossible, you can call them what you want, but my imagination has taken me for rides I can never cease to get amazed at.
I have often had this feeling, this strange longing, when I saw people gifted with creative abilities from the start. People with natural, innate talent. People, who could play music since they were kids; people, who could handle the paintbrush before they could handle a toothbrush. I would often ask, what do I have? And just when I was thinking about my childhood, I realized. That yes, I too had a gift, the gift to imagine. And I am not saying that it’s something unique, I think most of us have it, if not all. But that does not alter the value of the gift that it is, does it? Imagination is the fuel of creativity. And wouldn’t life be all dull and boring without the colors of creativity?
Unfortunately, imagination is perhaps one of the many wonderful things that we start losing once we march into adulthood. No I am not going on to write another paragraph on how I wish I could be a child again. No. I do not believe in running away from responsibilities, nor in wishing for what is never an option. But growing up doesn’t mean we have to throw away the gifts we had when we were little. If anything, I find imagination more valuable now than ever. Back then, it was a luxury, but now, it’s also an opportunity, a key, a key to escape. And everybody loves a little escape every now and then. Don’t you?