One of the world’s favorite fantasies apparently is the one where we play damsels in distress and are rescued by picture perfect clichéd hero of ours! Ok, I correct that statement… it is only half the world’s favorite fantasy… The men with their insatiable egos play the hero in those dreams. But in the end of the day, all of us have seen that vision…from whichever angle. We all secretly harbor strong desires to see that particular dream come true. And most of us end our lives with but a tiny little sigh in our hearts for not having been the hero!
We often believe dreams don’t come true because we paint them an expensive emulsion and keep them under lock and key in fear of it being stolen! We guard that gate with our lives thus failing to see how our dreams fuse into reality behind our backs! Even as I write this down, more than half this world is unknowingly living their dream… Damn! If it weren’t for that darned change of shade in reality! Pain and suffering are somehow, established in a more familiar language in our lives and we get so caught up in their enthralling stories of sorrow that we fail to enjoy the soft breeze of faith, hope and surprisingly, reality, which is what keeps us buoyant during the stories!
Coming back to the world’s favorite dream… it’s a shame to see people sigh on their last steps up. If only someone would be willing to follow them up just to let them know that their dream DID come true! Jokes apart, we live our best fantasy every time we share emotion with someone in this world. This is how… the one thing in this world that makes distressed damsels out of us is losing hope. When we give up hope, is when we reach the absolute bottom of the ladder that is the journey of life. And when that one blessed person comes along who infuses a little of that very hope into our lives, he is our hero. Hope is what gives and takes life and the business of hope is what makes us heroes! So, go back in time and think of every single time you helped a friend in need… every time you were helped by a friend when in need. Every piece of candy we bought for a crying child on the street, every lunch box shared with us when we almost went hungry, every note we ever lent to our struggling classmate, every lesson taught to us when we seemed inches away from jumping off our buildings. Every merciful candy came at a time when the child was losing hope for food, every nick of time lesson came when we were giving up hope of passing the exam. All these events, have in their own way, saved lives. Or to be more specific, it has saved our hope for life. On the basis of which we have all to build our vibrant, colorful lives. So we’ve all been heroes at some point of time in our life or at least met real life heroes in our life. The only reason we don’t recognize them for their true worth is because they don’t have capes or wear red underwear!
For all those with raised eyebrows right now, I have but one question to ask… what is it that the supermen and batmen of the world do, anyway? Save the world? How, exactly? Let’s see the latest fantastic four flick as an example… the heroic four save the entire planet from the calamity that was to be struck by a gigantic planet-eating being. Why would they do that, now? What is it that they are saving, anyway? Those mortals on the street who have no clue about the oncoming danger? Why? Because those mortals have a right to live? Or at least a right to a hope to live? That is exactly what these superheroes are saving… that hope for life… that one emotion that drives the entire planet… hope! Superman can only save you from the building about to crash on your head…He can’t solve your problems with you partner or every other misery of yours. Your life is yours to live. And yours alone. All these heroes do is save your strength to live…your hope! That’s it… so simple… yet so hugely impressive only when accompanied with stunts like the emptying of the Thames…
Every man who stands up for a person, who is right, is a hero. And I do not speak only of the high profile court dramas so carefully archived by the ever-expanding media. I mean every kid who stands up in school and testifies when his teacher is wrongly punishing his classmate. I mean every boy in college who stands up for the poor girl being ragged by the bullies. I mean every man who tells off his colleague for speaking rudely to the office peon. Somewhere, we have a hero in all of us. So now, I suggest you go back to whatever it is you were doing. Go back to your lives… After all, they ARE the things dreams are made of!
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