My new laptop rocks. It's arguably the best laptop in the world in terms of performance, and also in terms of the way you can see amazing quality movies on it. In my first blog from this lappie, a tribute to my parents who've bought me this laptop for my future life at IIM.
And yet it can do not 0.07% of the stuff that the guys I saw in Heroes on it this afternoon can.
Season one of heroes ended this week. To the trained logical mind, it would seem no more than a fantasy of sorts, with ideas ripped off from X-men and the like. But brush aside the curtain of cold logic, and behold the artistic capacities of the human mind, and thou shalt appreciate the greatness of heroes.
Artistic capacities, that give humans other artistic capabilities to "Save the World". And to churn supreme testaments on life like the following....
Where does it come from, this quest? This need to solve life's mysteries when the simplest of questions can never be answered? Why are we here? What is the soul? Why do we dream? Perhaps we'd be better off not looking at all. Not delving, not yearning. But that's not human nature. Not the human heart. That is not why we are here. Yet still we struggle to make a difference, to change the world, to dream of hope, never knowing for certain who we will meet along the way. Who among the world of strangers will hold our hand, touch our hearts, and share the pain and triumph?
Well, psychologically and aesthetically inspiring. More so, spiritually. Metaphysics being an interest of mine, it should rightly be so. But my head rolls in awe when I see people making a compelling television show, which you know can never be real, and yet it makes you think twice about life.
How Claire, in spite of her healing ability, played no part in saving the world as such.
How Hiro with his endearing eye-crunch to stop time, teleports centuries in time and kilometres in distance, and yet did no greater service than discovering his ability and landing amongst a bunch of Samurai.
How most of the heroes, having delivered sensational scenes and stupendous achievements in their own life and locale, were either too late or too weak when it came to the fitting moment.
How the most powerful of them all (Peter, the one who absorbs anyone's power when they some close to him, and retains it for life) is compelled to shoot into space so that he explodes without harming anyone. How in spite of having the power to fly, he needs his brother to carry him into space.
And thus reality bites now and roars at me - "A hero is not one who can work miracles or achieve the impossible. A hero is one who can exhort himself to the maximum when it demands of him that he shall. And put his priorities, his values before himself. "
And so comes my take on the whole thing. I'm not disappointed that I have no superpowers. I don't care if I can fly, if I can bend space and time or heal myself. Nor does it matter to me if others can and I cannot absorb their powers. But I would sorely be disappointed if I were called upon to be, and I failed in my duty, as a hero.
To wrap up, the bottom line from "Genesis"...(which by the way I think is amazing)
We dream of hope, we dream of change, of fire, of love, of death. And then it happens; the dream becomes real, and the answer to this quest, this need to solve life's mysteries finally shows itself like the glowing light of the new dawn. So much struggle for meaning, for purpose. And in the end, we find it only in each other. Our shared experience of the fantastic and the mundane. The simple human need to find a kindred. To connect. And to know in our hearts... that we are not alone.
So long, I'll be back, with more !!!!
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