Man Of Steel- Part 2

He might have seemed boring to you so far. But he has a fun side too and can be a complete prankster if challenged. He loves mind games, which require concentration, like chess. Again doesn’t sound fun right? But it is, especially if he sees himself not winning, because what follows later, is a hilarious commentary of how the opponent cheated his way till checkmate. Having discussions with him is yet another great activity. He gives you such different examples to back up his story that you end up agreeing to all he has to say even if it had started as a heated debate. 

If there is anyone he loves the most, it would be the lucky charm of the household, a 6 year old dog. For someone who never had a pet in his childhood, he is totally attached to her and adores her the most. 

Traveling and seeing new places, reading up on something interesting and cooking are a few other things he indulges in to relax his ever active mind.

He has been an inspiration to me for as long as I have known him, which is for whole of my life. What he failed to achieve sometimes shows on his face. And that look gives me the determination to be successful if not for myself then for him. When I do something great or worthy of appreciation, he has a proud feeling and that pushes me further, to be hardworking and efficient like him. 

I have actually got all the mischievousness and the orderly attitude from him only. He has never pulled me away from trying something new. Whatever be my decision he has always been there to back me up. I have had huge disagreements and fights with him. But that’s fine, because ‘You fight the worst with the person you love the most’. He has also, always been the first one to hear good news from my mouth.  

Whatever I am today, I owe him for that. He has been instrumental in shaping me as a human being. I try not to disappoint him. He thinks the world of me and for him I am his ‘Warrior Princess’.  

I am someone who is better with writing thoughts down than speaking my mind. I never say this to him enough, but I can write it as many times as possible,

“I care the most for you, because you are my Superman”.

Man Of Steel- Part 1

We all are priests of our mind. We are the ones who determine how flow of our life will take course. But we always need an idol to follow, someone we can look up to and take example from, especially when despair hits the roof.

For few it’s a celebrity or someone from some social or political background. For some it’s their family member. For me, it’s the person who gave me my first ever nickname. 

Man of Steel is actually a well known common name describing the most righteous superhero of comic world- Superman. A man made of steel and with his principles, setting things right in this ‘Big Bad World’. He symbolizes justice and morality. 

And in reality I don’t know anyone as moral as him. He, for me, is my Superman.

He is as simple a human being as can be; appearance-wise and also mentally. No love for much of any materialistic stuff. For him, his family always came first and still does. He always thinks of others before himself. And sometimes that irks me because it always makes me wonder- how can anyone be so selfless?

Must be wondering, if being so good-hearted paid off. 
Well it surely did, because that’s what makes his life worth telling. 

He isn’t easy with emotions. He knows how to emote and can be full of expressions but it doesn’t come easily to him. But don’t take him to be someone who doesn’t know how to feel or is heartless. He wears his heart on his sleeve. Sounds contradictory to what I just said but that is exactly how he is. People who know him up close know how soft he is from inside. That exterior steel look is only so that people take him seriously which is necessary for his profession.

People working under him only have words of praise for him. “Sir is tough and strict, but a gem of a person”. I am not saying this because I know him personally, but I have actually heard these words from his juniors and subordinates and seen their love. 

His was a life of struggles and hardships. Difficulties were there, professionally and personally, but he rose from them all and has achieved some commendable work. This somehow makes him a person of envy by others. And envy is one of those deadly sins which have the power of cursing someone’s luck. And he too has suffered because of it. But he has no hatred for anyone. He still diligently goes about doing his work. 
 
Think you know him enough, well you are wrong, because he is a lot more than just a hardworking, 'devoted to his work' kind of man.

"The 12" - #1

Okay i was actually going to wait till next week to post on the first from the 12 people that I'll be writing about but i really couldn't wait for long.

Plus, I got a pretty nice response and few readers were eager to know who will be the first.

Honestly, i had three options for my first post and I was very confused and it took me a bit of time to finalize on one. But now that I am about to post it, I think none other deserved to be chosen as first.

I hope you like it. As I said, any criticism is happily welcomed because I like to improve myself everyday, every moment. :)


P.S- No names are going to be mentioned of anyone in my post. So in case you recognize someone, still don't mention the names in any comments please.  

The Psychedelic Klutz (Part 2)

It’s usually easy to describe someone atleast appearance wise. But this girl is hard to elaborate on. She was never the usual pretty girl ever. Yes she has these huge expressive eyes but that’s all. God compensated for it by making her awkwardly gawky and lean. She never had a sense of style back in childhood. She wasn’t interested in looking even decent enough for pictures. Messy brown hair, long oval face, a slightly crooked nose, small mouth and obviously the already emphasized upon asset- THE eyes; this was how she looked. She had super long legs and arms and a tiny waist to accompany them. Basically not noticeable amidst the crowd of many. 
 

But she had always been oblivious to all this until now atleast. What she lacked in looks department, she made up for it in the brains department. Her imagination had no match according to her. All she needed was a simple scenario and she could cook up a completely random story in a flash. Her family thought she had the craziest ideas for holiday destinations. She is not much of an adventurer but she loves exploring new places. Add to that her quirky mind and you could write a Famous Five type novel based on her. And if all this wasn’t enough, she was always clumsy; a complete klutz. She couldn’t walk three-four steps a day without tripping once. Her non-graceful nature had always made her sit out in all basketball practices in school or those sports day races. And this is the reason why she never grew a penchant for such activities. 

Back in childhood, her favourite leisure activity was sitting quietly in a corner and just looking around at people and how they would go about doing their work. She wouldn’t interfere because although she was physically present there, her mind was already floating in some different world where these same people were doing something entirely different. As soon as she got a brainwave, she would run to her secret hideout which was not really that secluded and pen down a story. She never shared her stories or short tales with anyone except her grandmother. It was an opposite scenario before bedtime at her house. Instead of her grandma reading out a story, she was mostly the audience while this tiny little girl kept narrating a scene. 

She is quite different when it comes to socializing. She likes being out there, surrounded with people, but she only speaks to few. This often gives her the tag of being snobbish or a prude. But she can’t be blamed. I personally believe, the less people know you, the better; because you have no fear of betrayal then. 

I admire her not because she is unique in a weird sense but because she can go to any sorts of lengths for her family and friends. She is emotional and extremely sensitive but she can be equally heartless if need be. She is temperamental, stubborn and crazy according to her friends. For now she is surrounded with this evil dark world she herself created and the Dreamer within her has sunken deep inside but it’s still there, somewhere and those who love her hope everyday that she will rise again and I hope the same.

And even though she is at this moment following the norms of the world, she already has devised a plan of breaking from the routine.  All she needs is that tiny glimmer of what we call as “HOPE” and what I term as “Magic”.

I bet she is reading this currently and still wondering who it could be about because that’s how much she is in denial about herself. Someone always has to be keep reminding her to believe in herself. So what if she is less pretty and a klutz, she sure can wield a sword to defend a friend and she wouldn’t even need an actual one, her “at-times” sharp tongue will suffice. She lives in a world of her own and usually is not affected by others thoughts. For her, fantasy is just a way of accepting the reality.

Deep within, all of us are dreamers. Deep within, we all are like her. 

We just need to understand that she is not a freak but someone just different. 

And as someone said- “Different is always good.”

The 12 (contd)

I actually thought I won't be able to post the second part anytime soon...but looks like the "Owl" time has its perks. Thoughts enter my "quirk box" (my brain) way more easily. So here is the second and final part for you all. And thanks to one person who actually pointed out few errors. Much appreciated pal :)

The 12 !!!

I like observing people.

In these few years of my staying in so many places year after year (i am an army brat..you see), if there is one thing i like after traveling and reading, it would be meeting people. But not for befriending them. I just like to observe them, their nature, their attitude to life and how like any human being...how they play the blame-game.

So for now i have decided to write up on 12 people. They are as different from each other as any can be. The only thing they have in common would be maybe me; the fact that they all crossed paths with me at some point or the other.

What i ll write would be how i have perceived them...and how they somehow altered my life. Some are here to stay...and some i may never meet again. But all these people have been instrumental in shaping my life as a grown up.

The first post you just read was on someone who is a complete stranger in a sense that this person is not part of "The 12" as i call them.

Stay posted for the part 2 :D


P.S- Remember i have just recently started writing again after almost 7 years...so kindly ignore my rusty writing skills..they need a bit of oiling and also any grammatical mistakes (if any)

The Psychedelic Klutz (Part 1)

It was the month of summer. Hot and humid was the weather. The earth was boiling up right to its core. Dreadful raging wind blew across the window of the nursing room where that sore day a young girl was going to step into this world. After long painful shrieks of the mother, the whole hospital was filled with the cries of the infant. The family’s joys knew no bounds when the nurse stepped outside; carrying a tiny being wrapped in cloth and handed her to the patriarch – her grandfather. 

When he took her in his arms, he was met with an adorable sight; a healthy fair complexioned baby with tiny hands, frail body and eyes that filled the face, huge, massive and sparkling with mischief. He named her “The Lucky One”.

Fast forwarding to five years; scenario of a school bustling with energy early morning right before the morning prayers. A school bus stops right at the gate and there is an outflow of children shouting and chatting away to glory, walking down towards the assembly grounds. And there right behind the bus, comes a car, stops behind the bus and out jumps a girl- small, skinny and eager. Eager to enter a completely new world. 

She is holding her mother’s hand, but as soon as she sees the other kids running inside, she somehow drops it and starts walking like in a trance. Oblivious to her mother’s calls, she enters the gate and just then, turns one last time, searches for her parents and gives them a wide smile and walks right in. She is ready to conquer the world.

Meet the Dreamer. And this, my dear friends is her story.