Ideas We Believe

The one series that must be crowned the best-seller of best-sellers is the "Harry Potter series". What Rowling brought to the world nearly two decades ago, should probably be crowned the pop culture of the 00's and everyone who grew in this era knows the impact this masterpiece has had in the lives of little boys to young girls. The three major characters which build up over the storyline are necessarily Harry (Potter), Severus(Snape) and Albus(Dumbledore). Harry, does symbolise the classic hero, born in difficult circumstances, blessed with a legacy that made him the special one. In fact, the whole book idolises Harry, his values find plenty of words and his exploits come up as the title of the book. It is without a doubt that Harry was the hero build for new teens who were on the maiden voyage to the literature and novel reading. And in this Rowling did prove her skills, with the language, approach and unfolding of the story.  Severus, however, is a hidden part

How do you access a dictionary these days? The Internet, right. Well, let's talk about the English language today. Mostly the era of emerging words, when urban dictionary, gets more clicks than the oxford one. I remember of days when my dad, would always look with disbelief at the pocket dictionary, constantly cross-examining the words with his dusty reference book of the '80s. Not all languages have seen such a shift in their word usage, rather many are losing out in the battle, leaving certain words only to the dictionary, but English has. In fact, there is some historical connotation to this new sport. The world war had crowned the U.S as the new power centre of the globe, giving it a scope to spread its culture over the nations. But, the U.S. had killed its indigenous culture long back like Australia. It had become the assemblage of the Europeans who wanted to move out of the nation-states. With the lack of an indigenous language, the U.S. went with an unusual choice,

The sky is almost dark, saving for those last golden tinges that would fade in no time. As palm trees mark the oblivion, a muddy reflection forms the ground. Last few days were mostly rainy. So profound is our love for rain. And why would not we? Unlike most other seasons, rain are so tender. A drop of patience which is about to reach its final destiny. Every time I look at rain drops they remind me of a struggle. A journey that begins with summer in an aura of dry and burning heat. And in no time the drop loses its sources. The long carried identity of its mother. With the loss of identity a awakening awaits. The pleasure to reach out and bond. As our drop moves up and up the end less skies, it realises the futility of pride and the necessity to bond. This comes with age. Not until it is near to earth it agrees to meet with other wanderers of the new world. And finally all our drops reach the cold atmosphere. The coldness makes life dreary and lonely. As the youthfulness dies out,