Showing posts with label Essays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Essays. Show all posts

Saturday, June 02, 2007

PERSONAL ESSAY: IT'S NOT EASY

By Rohit Wad



“With great power comes great responsibility.”

For a long time, I've always admired the superheroes in stories and comics, those who leap to the rescue at the first sign of trouble and save the day. More often than not, they tend to lead dual lives, wearing masks at "work," then reverting back to their own selves after the danger is over. It always made me wish that I had superpowers, be it X-ray vision, super-strength, enhanced agility, etc.

I always will admire these superheroes, no matter what my age; doing heroic deeds probably does wonders for one's own conscience, if not ego. However, my view on superheroes has changed somewhat, especially after listening to the song "Superman," by the music group Five for Fighting.

I've come to look at the lives of superheroes differently, at the trials they have to go through everyday. These people have to fight not just to maintain not only peace and justice in their surroundings, but also for the stability of their personal lives, which have been made more complicated because of their newfound powers. It makes me wonder how drastically my life would change, if I were a superhero. For example, new questions would arise.

How will I be able to keep my identity secret? If people knew who I was, how will they behave? Will my friends still be my friends? Will my loved ones be in danger, now that I'm a superhero? Will I be able to watch over everybody 24/7? If I had kids, how will they be treated by others, knowing that their father/mother is a superhero? Do I really want all this responsibility? How can I take a vacation, knowing that there are always people who will need my help, no matter what day or time it is?

The questions probably don't end there, and probably never will. From my point of view, being a superhero will entail not so much rescuing people and saving the day, but answering questions similar to those I just mentioned, and probably a whole lot more questions than that.

On top of that, not all of those questions can be easily answered by anybody, superhero or not. Some of those questions might be answered by actions, and not by words. The rest of those questions might not even have answers at all, and will forever remain questions.

Given all this, the song "Superman" probably speaks a lot more to a superhero's true self than Brandon Routh or Christopher Reeve saving the day on the silverscreen.
William Shakespeare once said that there are three kinds of people, with regards to power. Some are born with power, some gain power on their own, and the remainder have power thrust upon them. I suppose the same thing applies to superheroes.

However, considering all that being a superhero might entail, being Clark Kent instead of Superman doesn't sound like such a bad idea.


About the author
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Rohit Wad was born and raised in the Philippines, but being half-Filipino, half-Indian, he was exposed to Indian culture as well. This was mainly manifested in his frequent childhood indulgences of reading stories from Indian mythology, such as the famous epics, the Mahabharata and the Ramayana. Rohit’s love of reading continued to grow, with much of his time being spent in his school library. Fancying himself as a modern-day kid detective, he frequently indulged in Encyclopedia Brown books (by Donald J. Sobol), as well as the occasional Sherlock Holmes book (meerschaum pipe not included). In high school, however, Sherlock Holmes soon retired as science later dominated his literary tastes, Star Trek books becoming his favorite pastime, and with Spock and Captain Kirk “taking command” of his reading interests. Rohit’s personal reading interests at present still include historical fiction, although he occasionally reads general fiction novels, usually by bestselling authors such as Michael Crichton and Tom Clancy.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

ESSAY: POINT OF NO RETURN

by Fernando Calleja


Looking through my old files, I saw an old piece of paper with these written on it:

Pikon ka masyado Biboy! Para kang eng-eng!

Excuse me! Hindi noh! How dare you x 2000!

Pikon ka x 5000!

Hindi nga ako pikon! Madaya ka lang talaga!

Hindi ko kasalanan kung magaling ako kay Ken at Ryu. Lapa kasi ang Sakura mo! Lapa si Sakurang pokpok!

He! Neknek mo! Insecure ka lang sakin pangeeeet!


This was a written argument with my friend Myke. It appeared that I was quite irritated with him because I lost a match in Street Fighter EX3.

In high school, we always did that — passing a piece of paper during classes, writing our thoughts, then returning it back to the one who passed it. It just went on and on until either the paper ran out, or we got really angry at each other.

Upon reading it, I just smiled, laughing at myself for being such a childish brat before — having the lowest maturity level compared with anyone, being too obsessed with the kiddy stuff, and being emotionally unstable unto the brink of indulging in verbal fights.

But even if I was like that, and even if I feel that I was really retarded during that time, those were my best years. As bad as it may seem, but it’s true.

Ah. The good-old high school life!

It was then when nobody expected too much from me, when I got excused for not getting the job done, when I didn’t have to be the leader all the time, when I got to meet the weirdest but brightest people, when I had fun in the simplest of things, when I thought studying was fun, and when my best friends were not hard to find. The list just goes on and on. It was when I could be a kid. And that’s something that mattered a lot to me.

But now, it’s just a thing of the past — a memory. Life is a lot different now. I don’t get to do things like that anymore. I am a new being… with a much serious and grown-up image to keep. I’m faced with bigger responsibilities to the point that it overwhelms me. I don’t get to exchange instigating scribbles with anyone anymore, as I should treat everyone professionally. I am now too accountable for any minute action.

It’s not that I don’t see anything good in my present life, where nobody baby talks me anymore or belittles my capacity, but I just want a break from the pressure it brings. Five to nine years ago, life was a lot simpler, a lot easier to carry, and a lot more enjoyable.

It is one of my greatest frustrations to go back in time and repeat high school all over again, but it can’t happen. It’s just physically and contextually impossible.
Seeing that high school note aggravates it. It makes me miss it more.

But looking at it in a different perspective — isn’t it that everybody passes through that anxiety… that desire to go back to the past? I think it’s just natural for people to desire doing things they enjoy again.

However, transcending this yearning for something that would never happen brings me to a point to reflect on: Why do I feel this way? Is there something missing in my life now that makes me want to go back to the past? Is what I am doing now something that I really want to do? Am I becoming the kind of person who I want to become?

It seems that it’s true. Something is missing in my life. I don’t have the right to commit mistakes anymore. I don’t get to enjoy what I am doing. I can’t be a kid. And it hits me right in the face. I’m in the point of no return.



About the author
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Fernando Calleja is from Journals. He just completed a 2-day Storytelling Training with the Alitaptap Storytellers Philippines as a scholar of the Writers Guild. He is fondly called 'Biboy' by his friends.