MAGIC. This word has several connotations to it, most of them being pleasant. According to me, its crux lies in only one locution – ‘Unreal’. We all have uttered this sentence at least once in our lives – “Oh my god, this seems so unreal!”
Why did it seem unreal? Because it was something that either reinforced your belief in magic or destroyed it completely.
I believe in magic. Whenever something good happens to me, I imagine shimmering pixies flying above my head and waving their shining wands over me. I believe in signs, coincidences and serendipity.
How many times has it happened that you experience something which just doesn’t make sense? Trying to find logical explanations for every damn thing in this world kind of hurts my head, because sometimes, there just aren’t any. I fancy the idea of unseen mystical elements. I don’t base my entire life around it, but I do believe in the notion of extraordinary events.
You believe in magic too. If you say that you don’t, you’re kidding yourself. You dream. Whenever something goes wrong, you hope for miracles. Then, you remind yourself that you need to be “real”; you tell everyone that you are going to face Mr. Reality in a blatant fashion. But, deep down, even you know that you’re secretly wishing for something remarkable to happen. You might not believe in sorceries, but you do believe in theurgy. If you didn’t, the idea of hopes and dreams wouldn’t exist in your system. These two components aren’t a part of something real. They signify your unfulfilled desires or goals, which fill you up with a sense of optimism.
It has dark effects too, but that is only because we create an unfortunate meaning to it because at the end of the day, whatever happens, happens for a (best) reason.
Whenever anyone asks me if I believe in magic, I answer it in the form of an affirmative. After that, I go on to tell them that they do too.
They laugh and say that I’m making random suppositions. The fact that they are living under the umbrella of self-illusion amuses me more than their ignorant peals of laughter. I remember having an intense conversation about this topic with one of my friends who had just gone through a very bad breakup. Now, he is a big self-proclaimed realist. Whenever I’m upset or feeling low, he tells me of facing the reality and going with the flow.
During this situation, after hearing him out, I asked him what he was thinking. Instead of practicing whatever he preached, he went ahead and contradicted himself. “I wish something magical would happen. I wish.” I didn’t say anything; I waited for that sentence to sink into him. “Yeah yeah, don’t start with the ‘I told you so’ dialogues. I believe in magic too. We all do.”
Magic and Reality are like yin and yang – they exist together to complement each other. The word ‘balance’ exists in the dictionary for a reason. It is very good to have a practical and logical outlook towards everything, but what is life without a spoonful of enchanting ingredients, divine interventions and wondrous facets to it!
I’ll end with a cliché –
“You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one” – John Lennon
Some recognise and embrace it; others nurture it secretly and unknowingly. We are all dreamers. With this, I end by hoping for all our lives to be filled with huge blobs of miraculous colours and incidents.
Have a magical day!
Photography By: Kanika Narang