Why I Love Superman

Why I love Superman…
Its nothing new when you walk through V.T station and absorb the heat of the moment and then try and throw a vibe to each connect that passes by. I’ve always tried to find that one vibe that has made me stand still and absorb; have been left with a thought that whether it is in me to believe that I can connect without any adulation.
Well the drive to stand out, the rush to be 1st even if the race is run alone, the compassion of people who would want you to be cuddled like a soup dripping through the quench of soft lips, that cry inside that tells you about loneliness, distress, that friend who finds you promptness, pursuit and a position, a balance, an insight to the immaterial world and all of these similar moments, people or belief have never been a part of Superman’s life. What does he want? Or rather what does he cry for? Crave for? Ask For?
Well the 1st time I heard about superman was from my father when I was 13. He told me this small story about him and his brother. You know if a cat cuts your path through and if you would still continue walking, it signals a bad omen according to my dad’s cultural conventional thought. It so happened one day when he was 13 and his brother was 15 when they were on their way back from school. I could sense the chirp in his eyes and his significance of that moment; the recital was just too intriguing. My Father stopped as Mrs. Garfield cut his path, and wondered, whereas my dad’s brother looked at him, smiled and walked through. My Dad asked me, you know why he did it?
The second time I sensed Superman was when I was 15 I guess. I was going for a dance lesson in the suburbs of Mumbai City. And this 70 odd years old lady had placed a blackboard and went on to write ‘A B C D’ and I just wondered why would she do so. Didn’t get too bothered by it though I pondered in that moment and tried hard to locate a judicious reason and by the time I could get there it was time for my class. My next class was next week, same day, and same time. This time I tried to locate that lady but couldn’t find her. And I guess I didn’t bother too much to get into thoughts this time. 2 weeks after that I happened to spot a mid-aged lady doing the same thing. Damn, now I was curious. “Hi, if you don’t mind me asking, what exactly are you doing?” I asked, “There are a few children in this area who are from poor houses and their parents work as laborers around this area, I just teach them English in the evenings.” “Oh! So are you guys a group of an NGO or something, cause I saw an older lady last time doing the same thing”, “ Yes, That must be my mother, she just passed away 2 weeks back and handed me this responsibility, and so I’m here, I’m not a part of any group.”
Superman had been out of action for quite sometime, I was 20 now. I started my dance school Expressions & had initiated the process of focus. I landed up in Singapore one fine day sitting by a café street, and gulping down a Milo in thoughts. It’s when Naresh came up to me on my table and asked me to fill a survey form. We got going from there and I came to know that he was doing his PhD, planning to finish it off as soon as possible to make it in time to welcome an angel in his and his wife’s life who was a doctor in New York. 6 months after that I landed up getting this ostentatious opportunity to be in New York and be a part of a fantabulous dance school. An email popped in Naresh’s Inbox to just inform him, so that we could at least catch up sometime and I could get to see the newly born ‘Eesha’. My mail failed to catch his attention the way I wanted it. I was not given a choice but to land up in his house straight from the airport. 22 days I was loved by his mother who never made me miss mine. Taken care of by his wife who even cooked food for me after a job shift of 18 hours a day. The early morning hug of Eesha that enlightened my day and made it magical, and the whole day of movement would be inspired by that. Naresh’s guidance, support, caring nature, & belief never made me feel that I was not with my family and one fine day I asked him why have you done so much for me, (very casually while we were having milk), and he said,” We are having so much fun having you over, this is no favor my friend, cause we are friends”. I dint pay too much heed to the topic then, but knew exactly what he meant.
Superman was there when my Uncle walked the path, just to make my dad feel contented and confident about walking a path with no hurdles for him. Superman was there when the Old Lady dedicated her life to a job of courage and couldn’t give it up till her last breath too, in fact after her last breath too. Superman was there when My friend who had a big family and not a very big house, a newly born baby and oodles of responsibility inviting me with open arms and giving me unconditional support for my life, when he was struggling hard to establish his too.
SUPERMAN – He can fly not to please his self-worth, but to get there before long. He is strong not to prove a point but to give you strength when you need it the most. He creates magic not for pleasure but to be patient with giving you the desired conclusion. Its not easy to be superman, he won’t ask you what he needs but he gives you what you want. His desires are not his needs, whereas we never know what he wants.
Standing at V.T station, absorbing the heat of the moment and then I try to find Superman. I realize it takes a lot to be superman and I am trying.
I Love Superman and I find him in all who have given.