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Once upon a time, in a famous city, there lived a small boy with
his parents.
His parents had married during the dark times, when
the shadow of evil was still upon them. Soon, the evil came up
with a plan and struck the peaceful life of the boy, killing his
beloved ones. The only good thing was that the evil also got
defeated by the power of love and it disappeared. But it's
presence was there in the little boy's body, biding time to return.
However, the boy's mother was a very compassionate young woman
who didn't even hesitate to sacrifice her life for him. He loved
his mother a lot; her love was his only protection from the evil
and the abuse he had to suffer at the hands of his own blood.
The experiences of his past made him different and difficult to
be understood by others. Some people felt he would become like
his mother while some argued that he could be the next dark
power in rising. He was always watched by critical eyes that
sought to categorize all his actions into good and bad.
As he became an active member in the society, he began earning
a wide range of response from others : love, adoration, doubt,
hatred and even fear. Prejudice followed him everywhere.
Everyone watched him with awe and only a handful managed to
break through that outer cover.
In spite of all that, he had grown up to be a brave, compassionate,
loyal person and often found solace away from people.
Soon, friends entered his life - not a huge bunch, mind you! Just
a handful loyal ones. He allowed them to dictate him often and
found peace in not having to hold the reigns at least for a bit of
time. They lightened his mood, brought smile to his lips and
offered their support in all his efforts to bring justice to the
wronged in the society.
He was a very observant person and even though his friends
often had a different point of view regarding the matter,
he tried his best to co-exist cordially.
He never considered himself to be a super hero. Yes, he was
talented in some fields but he ranked himself to be an above
average, ordinary person in most of the other things. His much
more talented beloved ones were his strength and he never had
any problem accepting that fact. What made him the hero people
looked upto was this attitude, the incredible courage and the good
heart he possessed.
He never hesitated to lend his hand when his friends got in trouble.
And being the ever-sensitive one, he could never see anyone
suffer, be it friend or foe. This incredible compassion and
empathy made him special.
Now, one of his friends, a brave, intelligent girl, was someone
the elite in the society did not consider worthy of being among
themselves. They saw her as an outcast and never hesitated to
express their displeasure of her existence. Her rights also
became a part of his fight and he stood by her side throughout.
The girl was no less than any man: in fact, she was much better
than many. Emboldened by her trust in his leadership and
friendship, she even abandoned her parents and set off with him.
He stood by his friends, but took care not to burden them with
his load. He hated being the centre of attention, the reason for
anyone's pain. So, he always tried to be the peace-maker,
hiding his wounds behind the concern for everyone else.
Yes, he did have inner demons to fight...because of the very
small fragment of evil that dwelt in his body. And there were
moments when it threatened to spill. It often stoked his anger.
And he had often vent it out at people who deserved it the least.
But at those moments, when the control seemed to slip, his ability
to love retained it. Evil may dwell in his blood, but so did love.
The memories of his beloved ones, the cause for which they had
given their lives, the reason for the existence of the remaining
ones..all this brought him back. He couldn't even imagine letting
all those sacrifices in the fight against evil go in waste. And
having gone through enough suffering, he didn't want anyone else
to go through it.
This inner struggle, he chose to keep to himself. He tried his
best to not to involve anyone else in there: the final battle is his
and his alone. Not because he HAD to do it for others, but
because he WANTED to do it. He had the choice to choose right
or wrong, difficult or easy, light or dark...and he chose well.
He realised that it didn't matter how they were alike: it
mattered how they were NOT. He realised that he shouldn't feel
afraid of the evil trying to take over him: he should pity it for it
didn't know anything about love or friendship. The serpent in his
mind did try to fight for control, but on hearing the lion's roar,
it slithered away.
Thus, he soon became an inspiration for others. He radiated the
courage to fight the evils in the society, to fight prejudice,
discrimination and the so-called rules laid by the ancient,
outdated practices, to raise voice against injustice. Most
importantly, he taught us the power of love and how it can
overcome even the most inherent evil.
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Do I need to say the name of the person now? You can call him
either Shaurya Urmi Sinha... or Harry James Potter.
None of you saw this coming, I suppose...
If you have read/seen the wonderful wizarding world, do read the
article once more...you'll see Harry materialising along with
Shaurya...Lily (and Dumbledore), the ones who taught the power
of love with Urmi; James, the doting, brave father with Ishaan;
Hermione, the "Mudblood" who fought for her rights with Diya;
Ron, the strategist as well as the much needed laughter in his life,
with Chiku, Awaz with Dumbledore's Army and Samrat with Tom
Riddle and his horcruxes (and the Dursleys, of course).
If you have not been on a wizarding world adventure and would
love to get a peek, do try these videos:
The story of Lily and James Potter :
Harry's tale :
Hermione and Harry : friends forever :
Harry being possessed by Voldemort and how he fights him off :
If you would rather not compare Shaurya with anyone, just forget I
mentioned Harry...but read it again for Shaurya.
This article just highlights the similarities I found in the two,
Shaurya and Harry and I don't claim that both are the same.
In fact, they have infinitely many differences too, the most
important one being about their parents: James Potter was no
Samrat and Urmi is luckily alive, unlike Lily.
Hope you liked this fun post!
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