You remember those days, when your dad used to come out when you play.. and you desperately wanted to hit the next ball for a six, only to get those bails knocked off. And then he would ask, to play for one ball and hit it out of the park. Hero.

Things change as time goes by.. your dad struggles to compete against those fighter plane pilots and JAG lawyers.. But still, he was your first. And he rocked!!

Heroes are difficult people. They seem so personal, yet so distant. Your adrenaline rushed when you saw a documentary on them; your flesh turned bumpy like a goose when they spoke, let alone sing.. live!! But they never quite did it for you, did they? Your walls would disagree, I guess.

I also went through a phase of absolute arrogance when I thought an individual who looks up to a person, is too small. Weak, even.. Why do you need someone to show you the way, when you have the wings, yourself? I wanted to touch the literal skies. Adolescence.. ah!!

It's not wrong to have heroes.. neither is it belittling. Heroes are great signposts, (not of course, if they have hair longer than your sister's - my mom's line), they are just, not GODs!!


Current Mood: Heroic
Current Music: Heroes - The Wallflowers (?!!)