Of Superheroes - Random Thoughts!

A lonely hot day I would say. It was not the best of the days to go out and say visit a mall. But then it was best suited for being at home, lazing around and say watch the idiot box for a while. And that is exactly what I did. For hours hopping from one programme to another and from one channel to another, it felt I was back to the era when I was a kid, the television was new to me and the cable channels were new to the television! Revisiting transitioned into deeper hues when it revealed the kinds of programmes that I would wait for. Every weekends there was a special place and time reserved for the cartoons. Cartoons from Indian and the western genre were my favourites always as they let my imagination fly, as did most of the characters in the cartoon themselves. (About this we will talk later. But as of now ...) Reflecting upon that, now it comes to me how all of them were stories which showed the human spirit. The Heroe (if we will calling them so) has to undergo a lot of trouble, sorrow, troughs but then at the end of the day he evolves the winner. He does something for which he is best known for. America is one nation that I would say has provided us many superheros! The media is now also projecting Indian legendary characters as superheroes (aka Hanuman, Rama, Krisna ...). But one clear distinction between the American and other worldly heroes are that while the later ones live a life and have an end to their living, the former ones just dont die. No one ever knows how long hey have been here. They just came (all of them were born) and continue living - sometiems disguised among us and sometimes detached and away - as their heroic powers would make them apart from others.

Returning to this day I was talking about, I happened to see two heroes - one sauve and the other rough, One urban and the other from a jungle, one among sky-scrapers and the other among tall trees, one in a suit, and the other in a loin cloth, one trying to hide and the other unawar of his identity, one thinking and the other living, one about the world / the universe and the other just and island, one saving his own people and the other standing for what he knows are his people, one flying out of his power and the other flying with creepers, one Superman and the other Tarzan. (That also reminded me of how once I had read somewhere that Superman is actually a true superhero, as in he was born a superhero. Others became what they were under influence. While Superman had got his suit by birth, others created theirs. While superman never hid his face, the others had masks.) Strange but quite true. And that made me think how circumstances and locations make people superheroes of their people. How heroes not onluy have to save their people but also live their own lives. How the fact of being powerful and being potentially famous brinds drama into their lives. Not only into their lives, but into our lives too. I, who just wanted to cuddle up in the warm sheets and catch up something and anything on the television actually ended up visiting another neverland.