Superhero

The work is dedicated to one of my bestfriend’s mother Vanaja on the occasion of her birthday. Happy birthday aunty, may you live in heart of every reader who reads this. Stay blessed. 🙂

We all wished to be superhero, some or the other time;
We all tried to fly, jump and ultimately broke a leg or two;
Well, that did not stop us, did it? The mask that we had put, put an end!
Being a superhero is making that melancholic heart smile, 
Going that extra mile to serve humanity,
To not affect our innocence, humbleness and get lost by societal or peer pressure. Let us all be superheroes we dreamed of!

– Sriram Saiteja.

“Life is what you make it. “ Riya replied when Ashish asked her whether he could become a superhero someday. “Mom will be back soon, don’t go anywhere” she instructed him as she got down the car, parking outside the hospital. “But, on one deal, I want the second volume of Sherlock Holmes collection mumma” the little kid demanded with a mischievous smile. “Sure, I will buy one the next time we visit the bookstore” she kissed him and continued to walk. Little did she knew Ashish could easily lock pick; he got down the car stealthily. As he walked towards the hospital to surprise his mother, a hand stopped him from behind.

“Hello” greeted a man with dusky complexion, long beard and a huge physique with a backpack. “Get away from here” Ashish said bluntly, as he started to nimble back. “We can be friends!” the man tried convincing him further. “No thanks. I don’t trust strangers.” Ashish restrained. “I’ve heard from my friends that superheroes exist. But, now I don’t think they do!” the man started to exploit Ashish’s allure towards superheroes by noticing his t-shirt, key-chain and the cap he is wearing.

They do. I’m going to be one someday.” Ashish said, coming out of his shell. “How are you going to be a superhero when you don’t talk to strangers and get to know their problems?” the man questioned. That swept Ashish’s feet and carried him to an emotional plane.

“Friends?” Ashish asked with his eyebrows slightly raised with the kind of smile that had not hid any intentions behind; the man extended his hand for a handshake. “What is your name?” Ashish enquired. “Dharma” he said with a deep voice. “So, what is your problem?” Ashish’s empathy is something that could captivate literally anyone. “I have someone very dear to me in the hospital and I have to give this bag to them, but, can’t step inside the hospital as I don’t have enough money to clear the due.” Dharma took a breath as he finished; he was looking at the clock now and then. “And, what is inside this bag?” Ashish sounded curious. “It has some medicines and important things that should reach the person inside, failing which the person would leave the world forever!” Dharma’s agonizing voice made Ashish say, “Don’t worry Dharma, as you explained your problem to a ‘to-be-superhero’, rest assured that your problem will be solved. Handover that backpack to me and I will deliver that on your behalf. However, on one condition, stand here and let my mother know that I will be back soon.” Dharma seemed very relaxed as he heard this from the little kid, Dharma assured Ashish; the little kid took the bag and started walking. Ashish turned back with a smile and said, “Don’t let your trust in superheroes fade” and continued to walk. Dharma’s guilt started to pinch him. “We planned to kill hundreds, there is no wrong in adding one to the list!” he said to himself to dust away the guilt, not feeling anything for the ten year old who is going to die along with others in the hospital.

Before Ashish entered the hospital, something stopped him. Though he knew checking personal things is not a good habit, “after all, a superhero needs to be concerned not just about one individual but, about everyone around him!” he thought to himself as he unzipped the bag. There was a timer and wired circuitry. For sure, all the ‘Sherlock Holmes’ did not prove waste for him. He knew something was going to be terribly wrong looking at the insides in the bag. He quickly glanced at the clock that was ticking, there were only 75 seconds left. He ran through the parking lot to the dump yard to make sure no one suffers even if something goes wrong. He carefully placed the bag near the garbage, far from the hospital; he started running back to a safe distance from it before it was too late!

26th January 1995.

The lights around made the vision blurry. The tricolor flag with a royal wheel in the middle; flying high in front, gave an adrenaline rush. Slowly turning towards his mother standing beside, slightly lifting his head, the boy smiled. Before she could utter anything, a voice called them up on to the stage. Nothing could touch the passion and intensity in the little one; he still had the same innocence in his eyes. As the prime minister approached, Ashish greeted him with a big curve on his face. While handing over the highest honor ‘“Bharat Award” – a national bravery award’ that an eleven-year old could receive in India, the prime minister proudly said, “You did a herculean task Ashish. The sacrifice saved hundreds of lives! You portrayed true bravery.”

“Could I still be a superhero without my legs?” Ashish asked his mother. “You are a superhero as long as your heart beats” a happy tear rolled down her cheek, more than loss, Ashish could sense the pride in the eyes of Riya.

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Search the soul.

How can I begin creative writing? Where do I get ideas from?

One doesn’t begin creative writing, he/she can only start writing when the soul in them can no longer resist the creative energy that is flowing. You first write, then paint and at some point, bleed. That’s when you’ve mastered the craft.

Remember, when you bleed!

Don’t search for ideas on the internet, ask friends, family for help etc., dig your soul. Never focus on being the best. Find your voice. It’s unique for each and everyone. Tell world something they’ve not heard before or make them feel something which they’ve not felt before. That’s what artists do.

Don’t just stick around to writing. When you are artistic, you can be artistic simply with the way you lead your life and remember, this is true vice-versa too. When you are not artistic, nothing you do is artistic, even if you consider painting the next monalisa! To be artistic, all you’ve got to do is, be little receptive and pay more attention. Feel things deeper. If you still don’t, don’t!

You have something hidden inside for long and breaking its chains, you yearn for freedom, that’s when you know that the creative dimension of your soul had come to life. Don’t do anything because you have to, do because there is something that was never known like it or never been felt that way.

Don’t consider any of this as something to mock/let you down. Just trying to help you find your voice and awaken the artist that you are.

Cheers.

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Write – Every Single Day!

I am bad at writing but I have creative stories and plots. Can I have a helping hand? by Sriram Saiteja.

Answer by Sriram Saiteja:

As the saying goes, ‘An expert today, was once a beginner!’

    • You are bad today — WRITE, it doesn’t matter. and tomorrow, try writing something that will not be as bad as today. You get better once your writing muscles get fit. And for that, you need to feed enough protein and exercise.
    • Read every book you can of different narrative styles and gain enough proteins from them and then, mix the exercises — write.
    • It doesn’t matter how much you write or how bad you do it, only thing that matters is — writing something each and every single day. You by yourself, will observe the progress that you’ll make.
    • Jot down all your interesting plots and ideas on a piece of paper — retain the soul in you and just write down the skeleton of it in whatever way you are comfortable. The soul cannot be put on a piece of paper. It has to be in your heart, because it is something that had been fighting to be heard — to the world. So, there is no way you may forget the soul of it. Keep them aside for a while until your muscles are ready for that one big thing.
    • In the meanwhile, take a ‘not so interesting plot’ and try to develop that, make it as interesting as you can. Something that should convince you to continue writing that and something, which would interest the audience as well.
    • Select few of your friends or family and get reviews from them once a week. In that case, you may even go ask a stranger for help as it is not the plot you are too serious about. It is just a plot that you’re exercising with. Once you gain enough confidence about your writing style, you can start working on your, real plot’.
    • And if you are not completely in mood for a bigger thing, just start with the smaller things. In that case, you can write some short stories, articles or even a quote — a day. I had completed a story few weeks ago and I’m void! So, I’m just writing other stuff to keep the muscles healthy.
    • Anyone could give you a hand in delivering the story you want; but, it’s only ‘YOU’ who could convey it’s soul. So, just decide whether you want the world to experience the soul of your story or maybe, just flip pages.
    • Happy writing buddy!

Feel free to drop a mail at: officialdraftwork@gmail.com if you ever need a helping hand or have some queries.

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