The One Who'd Save The Day

"The great gift of human beings is that we have the power of empathy..."

 - Meryl Streep

 Superheroes. Wow!

Aren’t they something? When we were kids, we were all fascinated by superheroes. I know I was. Still am. Mention one person who isn’t. There was a time when I even gave some serious thought to how I could turn into Batman.

Or Batgirl in my case.

If I was to be made into a superhero, I’d love to be a mixture of so many superpowers. Like Milo Ventimiglia’s character on Heroes.

Then I would snuggle close to all the X-Men characters that I’ve cherished ever since I was a kid and absorb their powers too. Can you imagine what it would be like to be able to change your form like Mystique, possess telekinetic powers like Jean Grey, be a telepath like Professor Xavier, and rip bad guys apart like Wolverine, all at once? Or I could just chat up Spiderman or Superman, befriend The Invisible Woman and have their respective powers! But I’d never get too close to someone like Sasquatch. Orange and furry is not really my style. Or even Hulk for that matter (I’m sorry but a guy who turns into a giant and still retains his underpants is a LITTLE too preposterous – even for a superhero).

Okay MAYBE I’m asking for a little too much.

But seriously, like most people I’ve always been fascinated with flying. The thought of having wings and being able to fly is so tempting. The ability to be able to soar to places known and unknown, to glide over blue skies and explore the world in all its glory. 

Like a pageant winner I would say that I would make a difference to the world. Isn’t that what superheroes are for?

I think the first mental sketched of a superhero would have definitely been the result of a vent. He/she may have wanted to create an alternate reality where good triumphed over evil and with aplomb, a world where good begets good, and where one could proudly say that No! Bad things DO NOT happen to good people! And that damage done CAN BE REVERSED. It would’ve provided an escape from the harsh reality that we bear witness to every single day. It opens a doorway to the possibility of a better universe than ours. Because at the end of the day we humans are the sole creatures who rely on that uncertain glimmer of hope.

Ever the hopeful… 

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.