Think

There are so many things in this universe which amuses and confuses me, the harder I think the harder it gets to come up with a logical answer, so I am throwing my thoughts into the vast internet - in hope of getting some answers !

1) Ever wonder why most of the successful superhero's do not live with their biological parents ! seriously, this made me think that I had no chance, what so ever of becoming a superhero moreover the thing that bothered me was that a homeless guy had a better chance of becoming a superhero than me.
Take for example: Superman, Spiderman, Peter Pan, Harry Potter .. even Shaktiman !

Parts of my desire - 1

Last weekend was the most entertaining and fruitful weekend of all.

Friday's are fun, I had decided to do a whole bunch of things when I return home from office but then

I was so exhausted by work that the moment I landed home I crashed. Gargi, dragged me to hobby lobby

she wanted to purchase some stuff related to painting. I reluctantly dragged myself helplessly to Hobby Lobby, I was under the impression that

it was just another store where girls like to hang out and purchase stuff like flowers and useless decorative items. It turns out that

it was a nice store and had something for everyone, I was especially attracted to the painting and drawing section.

That part of the store appealed to the artist in me. I had totally forgotten that I could paint. I used to sketch in my spare time but painting wasn't my cup of tea.

I was always intimidated by colors,  I was always bad in choosing colors. All my friends knew how to mix colors, they literally knew names of each and every shade of color that was available at our school. It was daunting. I could get away with drawing a decent picture but painting, it was hard. I also had some limitations, I had sweaty hands, my hands used to sweat every time I took a pen, pencil or brush, so painting was a bit challenging for me.

My last memories of painting goes back to the year 1996-97 almost 11 years from now, I had painted a soldier sitting on a horse. For me that was a masterpiece,

it was one of the best drawings I had ever drawn. I used to keep all my paintings in my drawing book. Unfortunately my mom thought I might not concentrate on my

studies and was getting distracted by drawing ( which was indeed true ! ), so she disposed my drawing book. Unfortunately for me it had all my drawings the best and the worst.

For some time I thought she was hiding it later I discovered it was gone ! and I felt a cold chilling sensation down my spine, I still feel it when I think about it. I got over it and started

concentrating on my studies. Fortunately for me and my parents I was able to score good in board exams and I could get myself  a seat in the engineering college ! I was happy by the thought I was going to be an engineer, but then somewhere deep within me I had buried a small tiny artist in me. Probably his voice was too weak for me to hear or may be my thoughts were fogged by my family, friends and relatives expectations. Somewhere down the path I lost the small kid in me holding a brush and a pallet.

Fortunately, I found the same kid last weekend and was delighted to meet him. This time though, I have decided I will give him all the attention he needs and make sure

he won't be lost again in this fast paced and ever-changing world !

/srm