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 Dark night followed me,
The cool wind blew through the lonely tree,
My thoughts flowed freely,
Connected by a thread of serenity..


There was a line of light in the sky,
The big rounded clouds began to cry,
The sky lion gave a commanding roar,
A sound my thought deers could not ignore..


The sound minnions were dancing in my brain,
Passing from ear to ear in a single lane,
From a crowd of thoughts it appeared, 
A small lonely idea who inspired..
Life is a perplexing puzzle. It throws curve balls at you at a regular intervals. Thats what makes life interesting. In my case though, it was a bouncer.. I was consistently spending my weekends, with an intent to hit the clubs and make my couch stricken life into a social dream. Alas! Lethargy conquers all and brings you down on your knees, slowly allowing the days to dissipate, and dissolves the time like a burning candle. I loved the fact that sometimes life gives you a push in the right direction, forcing you to take decisions which makes a lot of sense. I imagine if it was a separate entity, it would be cursing me to waste its resources. So the push came in the form of playing Cricket. A game I have been loving, following and learning since I was a kid. This was the first time I was playing with a leather ball.
I was to be attired in pads, thigh guards, helmet and some other guards. It was a feeling of extreme suffocation and happiness all wrapped in a single package. I slowly hopped in front of the wickets. Tried positioning myself into a stance. I looked all uncoordinated and unbalanced. The bowler was waiting for me to get ready. He looks through you trying to dismantle the 3 sticks behind you, oblivious to the fact that between the sticks and the bowler stands a lone soldier wielding a 3 feet bat. I was jubilated with my first defense, but after that it was all downhill. I could not judge where my hands were, or where my feet were, it was all a combination of soft foam and skin. I connected a few shots, but thats about it. I then decided its time for me to wield the bowl and torment a few batsmen, giving me an opportunity to extract my pound of flesh. The devil inside me was awakened, I moved to the dark side. I began rushing towards the batsmen and bowling at the stumps, I did not see the batsmen standing there, he was a entity which I had eliminated from the realms of my reality. I bowled well. I was satisfied. I had tamed my hunger. I started realising I was going to play for a team. All the images of the past stared raising its head.. The time when I belonged to a team, the time when we competed against neighborhood colonies. It was a Wonder Years moment, sans Winnie Cooper.. Life is a perplexing puzzle, and I am still solving it.. Adiós for now..


Unreal is this dream I had,
The characters of which were bad,
The dark sea and the gory sky,
I hope I did not tell that lie

It taunts me and follows me around,
I am in a casket in the ground,
My vision soaring in the sky,
I hope I did not tell that lie

I am falling into an abyss deep,
As you sow, so you reap,
My emotions are making me cry,
I hope I did not tell that lie
The hazy skies,
The pain inside,
The cloud of opportunities,
Locked inside..

The sword of lightning,
Striking through the clouds,
The clouds open up,
Releasing the pain inside..

The drops of life,
Fall out of the skies,
The paddy fields,
Look at the sky and smile..
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