RIP Sir Alan Rickman

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ALAN RICKMAN (1946 – Always)

Alan Rickman, also known as Professor Snape – the strongest antagonist and the bravest man in Harry Potter, died at the age of 69 on January 14, 2016 after a prolonged battle with cancer, leaving behind a huge void in the hearts of millions of fans.

Snape will live forever in our hearts. I don’t know if it’s the fact that he had the same hairstyle and same set of clothes in the entire movie series, but Alan Rickman really got into the skin of Professor Snape with sheer brilliance. I swear to God, you cannot find ONE thing wrong with the way he carried off Snape.

I can’t bear the thought of a world without Alan Rickman. It still hasn’t sunk in yet. Not only Snape, this fine actor played a lot of memorable roles in his life. Be it Hans Gruber in Die Hard, or Colonel Brandon in Sense and Sensibility, this man’s voice keeps you hooked!
Cinema is definitely not going to be the same without you, Sir.

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Snape is popularly known for his sassy one-liners. He did not loathe just Harry, but pretty much anyone who wasn’t in Slytherin. As a thorough Harry Potter fan, I share with you the most iconic of Professor Snape dialogues which at some point of time might have left you with utmost hatred, awe or pure lament for the man. (There are a few here, he didn’t get a chance to say, but let’s face it, we would love them in Alan Rickman’s voice!)

Wands up, ladies and gentlemen.

  1. Professor Severus Snape: What would three young Gryffindors such as yourselves be doing inside… on a day like this? 
    Hermione: Uh… well… we… we were just…
    Professor Severus Snape: You ought to be careful. People will think you’re…
    [sees Harry staring at him]
    Professor Severus Snape: “Up to something.”
    (Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone)
  1. “You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making. As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don’t expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses. . . I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death — if you aren’t as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach.”
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  1. “Weasley’s wand causes devastation with the simplest spells. We’ll be sending Potter to the hospital wing in a matchbox.”
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  1. “That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger. Tell me, are you incapable of restraining yourself, or do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all?”
    (Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban)
  1. “Turn to page 394.”
    (Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban)
  1. Dolores Umbridge: [during an inspection] You applied first for the Defense Against the Dark Arts post, is that correct?
    Severus SnapeYes.
    Dolores Umbridge: But you were unsuccessful?
    Severus Snape: [with annoyance in voiceOb-viou-sly.
    (Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix)
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  1. “You dare use my own spells against me, Potter? Yes. I am the Half-Blood Prince.”
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  1. “Detention, Saturday night, my office,” said Snape. “I do not take cheek from anyone, Potter . . . not even ‘the Chosen One.’
    (Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince)
  1. “I have spied for you and lied for you, put myself in mortal danger for you. Everything was supposed to be to keep Lily Potter’s son safe. Now you tell me you have been raising him like a pig for slaughter —”
    (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows)
  1. Dumbledore:. After all this time?
    Snape: Always.
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  1. “I have no idea. Potter, when I want nonsense shouted at me I shall give you a Babbling Beverage. And Crabbe, loosen your hold a little, if Longbottom suffocates it will mean a lot of tedious paperwork, and I am afraid I shall have to mention it on your reference if ever you apply for a job.”
    (Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix)
  1. “What would your head have been doing in Hogsmeade, Potter?” said Snape softly. “Your head is not allowed in Hogsmeade. No part of your body has permission to be in Hogsmeade.”
    (Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban)
  1. “Fools who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves, who cannot control their emotions, who wallow in sad memories and allow themselves to be provoked this easily — weak people, in other words — they stand no chance against his powers! He will penetrate your mind with absurd ease, Potter!”
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  1. How extraordinarily like your father you are, Potter,” Snape said suddenly, his eyes glinting. “He too was exceedingly arrogant. A small amount of talent on the Quidditch field made him think he was a cut above the rest of us too. Strutting around the place with his friends and admirers … The resemblance between you is uncanny.”
    (Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban)
  1. “Look.. at.. me. You have your mother’s eyes.”
    (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows)

He may be gone now, but he won’t be forgotten. Not only the people from Harry Potter fandom, but people all over the world, share this feeling of sadness and bereavement, and we hope he rests in peace.

RIP Alan Rickman. You were a great Professor Snape, and an even greater person. You’ll be loved. You’ll be missed.

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Love(s) Me Not.

I always laughed at people
who fell in love, and
also broke up some time later.
Like love was a weapon
which could destroy the
intertwining of two hearts,
like it could be the sole reason why
you would feel empty when it left,
like it could fly away from
in between two people.
No way, the love
never goes away.
Little did I know that
the joke was on me, and
I felt like this till
a boy I loved, told me I was
all he ever needed,
told me I was his world, lured me into
his magnificent existence, and that
he would love me forever, but
I didn’t know forever
lasts so soon, and
that I was not enough,
enough to make him swoon,
he crushed my heart
in his hands, leaving me to
bleed, My whole world shook,
I tried to get up on my feet,
tripped
and fell again, everything
felt bizarre and haphazard, as if
someone had hit me in my knees.
I don’t know what
went wrong, I always
believed our love was strong.
“We’ll be best friends”, he said.
How could I tell him that
unlike other things, life
does not come
with an undo button.
And if it did, there would be
no past, present or future.
Just us making the same
mistakes, over
and over. And that this
path to friendship
is now slightly rotten.
That when I chose him, I
forgot the whole world altogether.
That his eyes made me
want to kiss him, and the
touch of his lips on my skin,
made me miss him. When he
is around, the flowers in my
secret garden bloom, and
when he leaves
its feels like the night
without her moon, that
I was ready to dive into
the depths of his heart, or
ready to fall in some void
with a home to call
only ours. I wish
I could make him see, how
happy we could be, if
only he hadn’t been so stubborn,
to let go of his rules.
“We can’t be together”, he said,
pushing me in a puddle of gloom.
I tried to make him see, that
Life itself is a huge maze, and
that falling in this trap wouldn’t
have made him a slave. However
he was being a slave of
his own drama, and now
because of this, my life
is no less than a trauma. Whenever,
His name flashes on my phone, I
can feel my heart shattering
for the millionth time, as I
have got nothing to
say, except just whine.
My mind has drifted into pieces, and
I cannot think as whole.

I told you that
you were the only person
who could get me, whom I
would love to call mine, I told
you I would stay, to
always make you smile. You
had other plans, I
said I don’t mind. But
you’re kind of stepping on my heart, and
your shoes are all sharp,
leaving deep scars, which
is not at all fine.
I wait for you
to say something,
something which will make
me stay, but it’s been
years, and the foundation, now
has been frayed. But I do
have a question in
my mind, I want to stop
myself from asking, But then
I thought in my fragmented
space, What would I
get in life to be
so scared, to fear my
own self in a world
where anybody hardly cares, I can
hear shards of glass rattle in
my broken heart as I go
ahead and ask,

“When two people decide
to leave each other, where
does the love go?”

And that’s when I realised,
it’s not a joke anymore.

Book Review : The Gift

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Title : The Gift
Author : Cecelia Ahern
Genre : Contemporary, Christmas.
Pages (My edition) : 305

Where Cecelia Ahern is concerned, be assured of some kind of magic coming your way. She captivates you with her writing. Although not being able to connect with the characters of this book immediately, I found myself hooked as I moved further along. Though it’s not a classic Christmas novel, but it still celebrates the spirit of holiday season, the importance of family and their never-ending support in your life.

The book opens with Raphie, a steadily aging police officer, who is forced to spend his Christmas morning with this fourteen-year-old brat who decided to throw the turkey through his father and stepmother’s house, because of passionate hatred for them. Raphie, considering this boy as a lost cause, decided to tell this boy a story, a story of time, and family. His story starts with a Lou Suffern, a workaholic, a hot-shot businessman, busy doing everything to pay attention to anything. He is married to a lovely woman Ruth, and is the father to two kids, who he doesn’t know very well, since he is always at work. He spends every day bending the truth to avoid conflict and juggling all of his tasks, trying to be in two places at once, but not quite succeeding in it.
He pays as less attention to his family as possible, taking them for granted, and even if he does spend time with them, he is always distracted.

Enter Gabe.

Gabe is a homeless man, who sits outside Lou’s office every day. One day, out of charity, Lou buys Gabe a coffee, and decides to give him a job in his office mailroom. Little did he know, that his casual act of kindness would rebound on him with such impact.
Post that day, everything for Lou, changes. Gabe’s presence around Lou soon begins to unnerve him instead of making him feel Happy. Gabe has a strange ability to be in two places at once (Which Lou has always wanted) and in more control of his life than Lou has ever been. Also he knows more about Lou’s life and his family, than Lou himself! The world around Lou slowly begins to change.

I won’t talk more about the plot now. This might not just be the kind of book you’re dying to read. Personally it’s my least favorite Cecelia Ahern novel, out of the ones which I have read. I don’t understand why the part of Raphie is included, as in the end, the author seems to be directly talking to the readers than conveying the much obvious message through the story. Also, I was hoping myself to be emotional by the end of the story, but I wasn’t, due to the fact that Lou is shown as highly unsympathetic from the very beginning (somewhere in between I had the urge to slap some sense into him), and he has a sudden change of heart almost at the very end. He had been unfair to Ruth throughout the story, and I feel a lot of injustice done to Ruth’s character, infact his whole family. The best part of the story was, when Lou spends one whole day with his family and the great apology to his whole family, at the end.

Overall the story is heartwarming, and keeps the idea of love, friendship and family alive throughout. The story talks about the gift of time and family. And how all your family needs is love, and a little bit of your undivided attention. Of course they are with you till the end, no matter what, but if you start taking them too much for granted, even they can fire you. Cecelia Ahern, as an author, tried to light the whole book with magic, and little bit of fairy-tale.

“Time cannot be packaged and ribboned and left under trees for Christmas morning. Time can’t be given. But it can be shared.”

Book Review : Looking For Alaska

ImageTitle : Looking For Alaska
Author : John Green
Genre : Young Adult, Contemporary

I know I know, you must think of me as someone who crazy reviews only John Green books. Frankly speaking, other books just don’t fascinate me enough. (That’s a lie. It’s just that John Green books leave me in such a fetal position, that reviewing them is the only way I can let them go, or so I hope.)
Obviously like every other teen, I started my ‘John Green’ journey with the famous, ‘The Fault In Our Stars’. Before that, I hadn’t even heard of John Green and his habit of ripping peoples’ hearts right out their chest and then leaving them lifeless for days thereafter. (Now I’m pretty full with that fact.)

To be honest, I read ‘Looking For Alaska’ last year around September, right after I had finished TFIOS. I was not even over TFIOS, that I was shot in my knees yet again, but I never really got the time to reflect upon it. Why am I writing about it now, is because a friend of mine finished reading this book, and he literally cursed me for making him go through something he wasn’t ready for. (I’m sorry, man.) And then I was like, oh yes, LFA, this is the book. I was going through the pages of the book once more, and I was rendered speechless, again. For one thing, John Green is a pure evil genius. (I might not stop saying this ever.) 6 months ago, I spent two nights in a row sobbing that how can one be so unfair, thinking of possibly all the rights he could have done to all the wrongs, good lord, even cursed him and I even bombed his fan mail(which I’m very embarrassed about). But now, I think he did what needed to be done, and I respect him for it. With that being said, I’ll move on to the story.

Miles Halter (Ironically nicknamed as Pudge) leaves behind a friendless high school existence in Florida to search for his own “Great Perhaps” and some adventure. Also, he was obsessed with learning the last words of famous people. Within hours of his arrival at Culver Creek Preparatory(his father’s alma mater too), he’s made fast friends with his roommate Chip – also known as The Colonel. Takumi, and Lara are also some great additions to his gang.
He also made friends with a girl named Alaska. Alaska was really unique. She absolutely loved reading, the sort who used to buy a LOT of books, but only read one-third of them. (How could someone not like her?)Also known as the Queen of Pranks at Culver Creek, she’s not the one to beat around the bush, smoked like a chimney, and quite unstable. She has flaws and annoying habits, but Miles loves her anyway.

Then came THE drizzle/hurricane metaphor. Just wow. I might have read that sentence just too many times, but I still remain in awe every time I do so.
Although I did have a basic idea of what this book will be about, but I didn’t know I would get so caught up in it. It was unbelievably humorous and witty. Especially that ‘mother-fucking-fox’ instance. Until the last day. The harsh reality of the book strikes you, and that’s when it all goes wrong. It all falls apart. Dammit John Green, I wasn’t emotionally prepared.
Like earlier times I’ve decided not to reveal the whole story, let alone reach to the spoilers.
It is safe to say that you will actually form a love/hate relationship with John Green after reading this book. That man is a seriously talented person. (Understatement)
I know this review might not sound THAT appealing or may come off as pretty normal, but I would say what any other reader would say, ‘JUST READ THE DAMN BOOK!’

PRO TIP: Stock up on some tissues please, unless you’re a motherfucking robot.

My Favorite ‘Looking For Alaska’ quotes : 

“So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.”

“At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid, and it hurts, but then it’s over and you’re relieved.” 

“I found myself thinking about President William McKinley, the third American president to be assassinated. He lived for several days after he was shot, and towards the end, his wife started crying and screaming, “I want to go too! I want to go too!” And with his last measure of strength, McKinley turned to her and spoke his last words: “We are all going.”