An ode to the spirit of the Supers

In the past few months I’ve seen quite a few superhero movies. I was profoundly moved by the lives our supers lead and decided to dedicate a few lines to the poor fellows.

All superdudes seem to have a poignant story that drives them to a point where they are socially un-presentable. All that the poor guy wants is a place in this complicated and judgmental world. So what if they were stupid enough to be bit by a spider or dumb enough to be dressed like a bat. Why wouldn’t people not understand a simple fact that krypton is a real planet and not a figment of imagination of a disturbed cerebra. All these and more insinuations scar their already distressed soul. It ultimately transpires into rather unconventional sartorial practices –relegating them deeper into the realms of anonymity.

And, it is not as if their job is easy. Almost always they battle an evil mad-scientist. All these mad geeks seem to have invented some form of plutonium enriched cosmos-vaporizing machine and are usually bent on blowing their brains out, along with the rest of the complicated, judgemental and pedantic world. The worst part is that these mad geeks never ever create any user manual to defuse the damned device. And it is not as if these nutjobs can be talked out of it. They are usually dogmatic, argumentative and are fuelled by coffee. Also, they emit unpleasant odor.

The only option that our superbuddy has is to put on his costume, cross the seven seas, wade thro’ the thick forests, fight the dangerous minions and ultimately put out the plutonium enriched cosmos-vaporizing machine just in time to save himself, the nosy but a hot reporter who is curiously tied to the plutonium enriched cosmos-vaporizing machine and also the rest of the complicated, judgmental, pedantic and conniving world – exactly in that order of priority.

Sometimes when the supster is clearing out the place, it hits our fella that he meets only two kinds people in his line of work – smelly mad geeks or nosy reporters. While both are suicidal and can potentially eat his brain out in one form or other, he decides test waters with the nosy reporter. Smelly mad geeks seem to have a lower social acceptance than the superhero himself.

So in a perfectly romantic place, surrounded by bombs, tanks, broken metals parts and all other forms of ill-conceived weaponry, our hero expresses his interest in spending much of his non-crime chasing life with this precariously perched heroine. As the girl, who is literally heels over head, elaborately explains the terms of endearment, our friend begins to understand the exact reasons why the mad geek had tied this specific to the plutonium enriched cosmos-vaporizing machine.

At that instant, our man profusely thanks the cover of anonymity that his super costume provides and saves himself, yet again, from the smelly mad geek and nosy reporter. He heads back to his cave with no recognition of his work, no gratitude for his efforts - only to be confronted by increased insurance premiums and more laundry to do.

As you will now agree, the supers indeed lead a miserable, lonely and an unrewarding life. All I can say is please join me in creating awareness about the wretched dwelling conditions and the sub-human work environments that our super-humans endure. May their scarred souls rest in one piece for now and may all the mad geeks start using Listerine.

The blog with no real title and no real content

That’s right, people; I have decided to waste a few precious moments of your time. Read on and do let me know if you don’t disagree.

Once you have got yourselves out of the slightly confusing double negative, you can now see that it has been a while since I refreshed this page. I have no clue why I’m doing it now. I think it is partly because I finally managed to break the very well conspired and very well executed routine of doing absolutely nothing. In case you are interested, it has worked well so far. I have made several gains in areas that I shall neither discuss nor disclose, for I fear that my plans may be aped by all those poor souls who are still seeking out for some inspiration.

But to be a wee bit more serious, I decided to blog because a friend of mine gently reminded me that it has been a year since I rambled in this forum (Oh don’t panic. My rambling skills are almost intact, if not better). Frankly I was surprised, a little bit shocked even at his reminder. I was definitely caught at a back foot at the fact that more than half of 2005 has slipped away even before I realized it, the fact that I have managed to fit life only across weekends for nearly a year now, the fact that the dreaded cross-roads are approaching fast and also still the fact that the idiot Bush was re-elected!!

The question now becomes what I am going to do now that I have made these important realizations. One option I did consider was to reject them as a capitalist conspiracy till I get the machine to freeze time. But since I am currently facing some logistical issues in acquiring the machine, I am now slightly determined to give those painful questions a fleeting thought before I get back on my arduous routine of doing nothing. That’s right, only a fleeting thought for now – ‘cos I’m afraid anything more than that will destroy my well set apple-cart and I may end up in coming out with some solutions that’ll cause a rebellion amongst the squrriels in South-West Malibu.

But I do admit that, as intiguing as that thought sounds, I'm too lazy to execute it. For the most part, I think that I shall continue to stay put. I'll energize myself with the elixir of the Friday evenings and passionately research about changing back time on Sunday nights. I shall continue to spread my gospels over many important forums like dinners, movies, drinks, lunches, movies, lunches, brunches, movies, beaches……I shall continue to believe that concept of time is a mere aberration and I shall continue to be shocked that Bush was re-elected (until, of course, the great denizens of the US of A decide to lease out the White House to Elmer Fudd or perhaps, even Arnold). In short, I shall make minimal changes to the onerous life that I lead with great ardor.

And changing nothing also means that I have don’t have to update this page. As much I want to say that I shall fill these pages with some dazzling thoughts, I fear that it’ll be slightly difficult to overheat my little cerebra (in case I need it in the future to save the world from an invasion from Venus). But if you think that you see the power of a Chanakya or even the potential of a Yogi Berra in these blogs, feel free to send me a big cheque. After putting it to good use, I shall then send my war notice to honorable squrriels of south-west Maibu. But till then I’ll continue to derive pleasure of doing nothing and achieving a few things like snatching away 278 seconds of people’s time by creating a façade of profound blogs.