Showing posts with label superhero. Show all posts
Showing posts with label superhero. Show all posts


The word superhuman gives rise to pictures of mythical creatures, men in tights, blue crystals, black hoods and a bunch of really bizarre out of this world villains. In the hullabaloo of this modern world an escape to a reality where life is simple and crime struck. Where good and evil fight on the streets with revolutionary gadgets and flashy motorcycles. A place where a car is falling from the 40th floor and missing every pedestrian on a busy Sunday morning. Life seems perfect in a superhuman world. The obsession of superhuman strength has led humans become superhuman and they didn't even realize it. 

Imagine a human from the 1940’s getting thrown into this bizarre world of the 2010’s . His world would be full of awe and open-mouthed revelations. And you open the door and you step inside ( I had to make a reference to Fight Club, the best movie of the previous millennium*), and lo and behold we are in Bengaluru 2015.


The kids gaping into a magical portal of wonder throwing white light and colors at them. They seem to be happy with a set of blue lines on their square blocks of magic. It has the power to manipulate their emotions. Some of them are crowding around this magical square block of wonder, holding it up like how Rafiki held Simba (again a previous millennia movie reference) smiling at it as if it is going to smile back. 



Two wheeled and four wheeled carts zooming around with invisible buffaloes tied to them. Big large stone caves with bright stars twinkling from them. A huge metallic bird flying over the sky. People wearing hand straps, head gears, eye covers and speaking to themselves. The man from the 1940’s felt like he had landed into a land filled with superhuman. 

The superhuman culture is like a template or brochure of all the new things to come. So keep an eye on them, watch them, soon you are going to be the man from the 1940’s and you will land into an era of Super Human’s and you will not know how to react. So educate yourself and be prepared (Scout motto).
The gate closed with a clank. I looked at the back of the shiny coated Hyundai Santro. It looked nice. From the back of the vehicle, i could see a little head bob out. Then i saw a tiny hand wave at me. It was the kid from building number 3. The kids revered me. It was kind of phenomenon, that even educated people did not understand. Till the kids boarded the kindergarten bus they behaved differently. Once they got into the primary school bus, things were different. This kid boarded the kindergarten bus and to him I was Watchman Chacha. The superhero watchman who carried a pistol and who protects the little ones from bandits and ghosts (I never had a pistol, but they had an imagination, and i got caught up in it). I liked it. I had been a watchman for 25 years and little things like this kept me motivated. Everyone wants to be a superhero. I already was. My children had also climbed the primary bus, high school bus, college bus and finally the work bus. They were all happily settled. My partner, my heroine had passed away 2 years ago. To a deadly epidemic which doctors called a name I could not pronounce. I continued fighting crime alone, it was difficult, but i had to go on.. The children expected that from me.
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