When the strongest man cried....

It's a bird!!! No!,It's a plane!!! No!! It's SUPERMAN!!!
If you are an adult and you have lived through age 1-10(I mean how do you become an adult if you don't do that??),you know superman,yeah the same fictional character of DC comics,created by American writer Jerry Siegel and artist Joe Shuster in 1932(Courtesy Wikipedia). By the way,do you know that DC in DC comics stands for Detective Comics....Hmmmm....that's like Detective Comics comics..
Sounds like Alternating Current current(AC current) By the way there is no such thing called AC current for your information,if you do make this mistake.So did I till about 4 years ago....

If you feel that the above piece is complete bull.... I have probably started typing...(what ever that means) Problem with this post is that it deals with a topic so heavy that I am trying my best to mitigate it's intensity.We don't talk about what I am about to write too often.As a matter of fact,we don't even bother to talk to this person too often. The person's better half has been cried and mulled over to the point that makes the second half a sort of a cliche.

I don't know about the ladies,but I assume the same for them(again,no gender bias),if you have had a fortunate childhood,there is one person you look up to,without knowing mostly. In your head,he's the strongest person alive,broad chest and shoulders,arms that can fling you high enough that you feel you are flying,so strong that he can carry you and your world,he holds your hand and you don't have to worry if his grip will go loose,because it wont. He is the superman who thankfully won't embarrass you by wearing his red underwear outside in public...or,he might willingly do so to please you.He wants to be your superman.And from where I see,there is nothing wrong in his wanting to be so.Even more,he'll      do everything in his strength,even beyond that, to keep you safe,even if you have outgrown him in any and all dimensions.
When I was a kid,all I wanted to do was be like my dad.(By the way,if you just realized that i was talking about fathers,you should STOP reading and do whatever it is you can do except reading this!! )
I wanted to dress like him,walk like him,I wanted his voice,I wanted to shave like him,I wanted his moustache and his muscles and his driving skills(I am yet to acquire that one....) I wanted to wear full length pants instead of shorts because in my mind,that just made me look like my father.And so on...

There are a few phases you go through during this relationship....
1-you just know there is no way you can get hurt when he's around,
2-you know there is no way you can get hurt when he's around,but you are slightly scared of him,I                 mean evolution has made him the protector,so he's got to be tough.
3-you know the above somewhere in your subconscious,but you are too occupied with your own stuff and he fades into the background.He also happily goes to the backstage unless otherwise needed.
3-You think he just nags you for no reason.You blame him for almost all the stuff.
4-You aren't scared of him,you bloody well think you are defiant and bad-ass enough to fight with him.
You are THE adolescent,You see his weaknesses,chinks in his armor and all,then you think,he's not superman after all.Believe me,even the fictitious character must have had chinks,but he is a comic hero for heaven's sake!!(If you do realize that the word comic comes from the word comedy)
(OK,if you are lucky to be wise enough,you see the next stages..which I won't be able to complete because I am yet to see how they pan out.)
5-You realize he still will do everything to keep you safe and happy. By this time, you would be on your way to realize your own world and dreams. You miss him,He misses you,both know it,but won't publicly acknowledge the fact.You feel grateful to him(of course,yet unwilling to let him know)
but unknowingly you become close...
All the 6es',7s' and 8s' and more would have been out if I wrote this 10 years from now.But for now,I let them be.
If I were in your position,I would have surely given up reading this..for the sole reason that I didn't see the purpose in reading this.Absolutely no reason for the strongest man to cry.

Till yesterday, I was genuinely convinced that human emotions,aren't really oblivious to me,but surely,I  kind if have a binary response to them,either too intense,or none of it at all. For one thing I am pretty  sure that it is easy to stand next to a corpse than to stand next to a parent who lost his(more than)/her child.

You remember superman,I am sure. He had this weakness. Now if you were to ask what this weakness was,to a class of 4th graders,they might probably shout the word KRYPTONITE!!! You know what?? Your superman has a kryptonite too.And if you have a sibling,then he has two!! You are his kryptonite. If you don't know that yet,seriously,grow up!!

Yes,I saw the strongest man cry,surely not My strongest man,but the strongest man of someone whom I knew. And the strongest man doesn't cry,at least not that we know of. He cried. It was because,In his world,that just came crumbling down, he had failed to save what was dearest to him.

I belonged to a gang that was supposed to do the 'console' him. And around me were a bunch of phonies who wanted to 'see(as all humans I have come across) what was happening'. Too much concern for what is happening, doesn't bring back the dead,and I am tired of thinking about it.
You must be cold at heart if you can see a father cry. I knew long before the father came,that I won't be able to stand by him,for I saw my father looking at my corpse,breaking down.As if I was the one who died,and my soul was looking upon the events,post the time it realized that I was mortal.The soul would have cried...........as I did.
I left the place as soon as my feet could take me out of that place. You could call me weak at heart,a sissy and what not.
I haven't hugged my father for the time I remember(don't count the infant times okay?? I can't remember most of it,as if you can!!).It's not like what it is with mothers,they yield. Every time I think that I haven't hugged my father,two streams start flowing.
Someone please make this relationship more tangible!!
I want to give my father a fully restored Premier Padmini(a.k.a Fiat 1100),his first car.
If possible,I want him to read this,and realize how much I miss him....And no,I am not going to 'SHARE' this with him online. Hopefully somehow it shall reach him....
And that day,he shall not call me.... 

We lost one

I am a staunch believer in the theory of parallel universes. It takes into account every possible outcome that can branch from any given event.So if you optimistic enough,and you run into a debacle,you can seek solace in the fact that in some other parallel world,you are not in the state of misery that you are in now.
It all started as a perfect day,beginning with 40 pull-ups, no breakfast, an incomplete newspaper and all intentions to sit the fuck down and study till your arse gave out....orrrrr maybe at least till lunch. But the day had other ways to pan itself out. I get out of my room in half a mood to go for celebrating my seniors' placement,and the other half to go,have my lunch,come back to my 'rear torture'.I kind of did both.I was starving,so I had lunch,then I also (unfortunately) ran into my seniors.............and all the remaining i have to type is boring rant of very low grade which shall make you sleep if you just had an expresso,even more so if you had a redbull.
As 'mystical and 'Kung-fu'ish' the next part sounds,I felt an inner calling forcing me to write/type the stuff i have in mind. When we left for the celebrations,we were 21 in number. We returned 20. A high tide and a fraction of time snatched away one of us. The sea took him in. The one who I talk about shall remain un-named,for the sole reason that that person could have been any of the 21 of us who left the gates of my college.
All in high spirits,jokes galore...we,with every passing moment,moved closer to the last day for one among us. Maybe I haven't seen death so close,maybe I am over-reacting along with a lot of other maybes' but it is slightly hard to digest how you were talking with a person five minutes ago,and the next thing to hit you is the fact that the same person in no more. I ain't like he and I were inseparable ,nor did we share a bond to boast about.
I have never known myself to manifest my feelings on the outside the way it feels inside.I don't know how one normally reacts to death. As widely documented the reaction has been, I never felt anything. I mean quite literally,after receiving the news,I actually felt nothing,absolutely blank..I might as well go to the extent of saying ...dumbstruck. And this may sound blunt,wrong and everything else,but I was purely thankful that I had been spared. I mean for all things I know,In some (yes,this may officially sound preposterous) other world/parallel universe,I was the one who drowned. So in effect,a part of each of us has died on the day I write this,in some unknown part of another universe,at least in theory.

The next thing that bothers me beyond measure is that, the parents of the boy are yet ,either in denial/have been mostly in the dark/are extremely adept to take on adversity. When the whole thing happened,I feel like crying as I imagine about the situation at the guy's home.For one thing,your parents never stop thinking about you after you set foot out of the house. Usually,unless explicitly informed,they live under the impression that you are doing safe and sound. The scene goes like this....
The mother is at home,thinking her kid's all jolly,enjoying himself,studying,well on his road to success,where as in reality, the bloke's no more for the last one hour. Sadly,she's not going to know about it for the next couple of hours until the friends,college authorities and all the blah.. blahh ...blahhhhs are compelled to spill the news due to inescapable reasons.
For a second,you genuinely feel responsible for leaving a mother's universe shattered. But when you come to look at it from a logical/selfish point of view,one mother's shattered world is kind of better than the shattered world of four. It sounds like the words of the devil,but it is true.
One thing that is absolutely inescapable is that,whether or not four people jump in to your rescue, you and you alone are purely responsible for your own safety.And if you cannot take that responsibility,you might as well lose that fucking thing of yours called life.

The last and the final element of human nature called STANDING AND WATCHING!!! This isn't my first tryst with this habit of a crowd. Anything happens,a guy is being beaten up,some random quarrel,and now,a guy is drowning....and all people are doing is..........yeah!!! WATCHING!!! I got three words to tell you. FUCK YOU ALL!!! and three more words...GET A LIFE!!! Point is,what ever is happening is NOT,you read that right, NOT for your entertainment! You either do two of the things
1-Put your life at risk,save the concerned party's life/prevent the impending catastrophe orr.....
2-You just walk away as the issue is not supposed to trouble you even otherwise.
I know this stuff will reach 30-40 people(now I am being optimistic here!) but please do not bother showing your fake concern by standing there and WATCHING! You might as well go home,masturbate your heart out and feel good/pathetic(for those having Post Masturbation Guilt Syndrome) about yourself.That way you do the suffering person a favor by clearing way for him when REAL help turns up!! Seriously,it's like a bit of knowledge about the person in trouble won't help you win 'Who wants to be a millionaire'/'Kaun banega karorpati'/'Ningalkum aavam kodeeshwaran' or any random third world version of the first mentioned show. It is another thing if you want to be a star of the show called 'I Am an Arsehole'. Now the real trouble here is that even that will be difficult for you as even here,too much competition man!!/woman!!(I don't have gender bias). So please,next time around,make way!!

I had all intentions to go overboard today.Situation called for it I guess. For those who had the misfortune of sharing the experience with me,I can only hope that they see this somehow and accept my apology for the fact that I could not contribute to an individual/collective effort to save a life. To those who went out of their way in an attempt to do so, I bow to your selflessness. And to those who stood there and watched,I raise my finger to you and imagine you drowning in your own shame.

And as for my fan following of the Parallel Universe theory,I hope in not one but many of the verses(technically can't use universe here),we still returned 21......