Pradipta glared at the TV as the news channel babbled on about the 24 para-miltary killed by the Maoists. That was soon followed by musings of how he'd want to do something.
"The System is broken. It does not work." Oft repeated words. With him there is always a possibility of action. It took my mind of on a different tangent. I sat in the canteen and mused about how, and perhaps, why super heroes are created in the minds of men.
I thought about the long list of super heroes with and without super powers. The Superman, Spiderman, Batman, Hulk, Green Lantern... the lot.
Kick Ass, Watchmen, the characters of Sin City, and the rest like them are somehow more endearing. Simply because they are closer to being just normal and yet they make choices and act on them that make them stuff that comic book 'super' heroes are made of.
What struck me from all of this is the feeling that perhaps the inability to do vents into the creation of the comic book protagonists.
I would falter at calling it escapism since truth can be stranger than fiction. Who knows what these personas can trigger in people.
Who knows—Dave Lizewski, Big Daddy, and Hit Girl may just be walking the mean streets. Albeit with different names, unrecognized, and escaping in their own way.
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