My parent's gift.

My heart was as heavy as the clouds that kept creeping up all over the sky as I rode farther and farther along the road, and they all looked as if they could bring about a flood all by themselves. I’ve seen darker (may be as dark) clouds in kerala, during the rainy season and the rain was not novelty but this was different. I was riding MY bull, and that was a different feel all together. I had always dreamt of doing this but may be under different circumstances. But may be it was the mood that made it as enjoyable as it was.

I must have looked a sight on my unwashed bull all covered in dirt and mud and me in and me in an old pair of jeans and a much used khadhi kurta. The unshaven beard that is now as much part of me as anything else must have given me a menacing look along with everything else. I sort if enjoy that look now a days. Keeps unwanted conversation away. Life is never smooth for anyone. Things are never smooth enough for us, or comfortable enough, of cozy enough. But I don't feel that the triteness and plainness of life is what makes it worth enjoying. Many a times I have wondered why I wasn't as rich as many of the kids I know, who can get anything they want when they want it. As A kid I’d wanted many thing but never really got them all. I never got what I wanted, but got what I needed, and that I realize now is the important thing. If I’d got all I wanted when I was young I would have never enjoyed getting what I want now.

I wanted to have a bike when I was in college. It was just a want, and noting more solid. I knew my dad wouldn’t buy me one, and I thank him now for it. But it sometimes popped into my mind, how would it be like to have one, like many of the other kids around. Just zoom around and have fun on the bike. It was never more than a passing thought, may be sometimes the thought just stop over for a few seconds more, but it was just that.

Now I am working, earning, and I the first real thing that I bought myself was a bike. And that too A Royal Enfield. Bullet Electra. I cant ever express in words how much I love my bike, because it is the symbol of a lot of things. It is truly my own, and mine alone. And then I realized after that, how much I an indebted to my dad for never ever buying me a bike. I would have never enjoyed my bike or felt so proud of it if my dad had bought it for me. I’d have loved it as much. But I wouldn’t have felt so proud. I wouldn’t have felt so great every time I start my bike. I got the urge to keep my bike clean and sparkling form my dad. I love washing my bike. It may not be for the want of keeping it shining but more like a sort of bonding. One might be entirely justified in wondering what sort of bonding can happen to a bike, but I do find the experience bonding. And I feel proud of myself when I’m done. Not as much about the work I’ve done, as I feel about having a bike of my own to do the job on.

I’ve seen countless people riding around bikes with stickers proclaiming ‘mom’s gift’, ‘dad’s gift’ or ‘mom and dad’s gift’. But I say my parents gave me an even better gift by not giving me a gift of that sort. I don’t know how or if anyone can understand that but as the unheard melody is sweeter that the heard one, this is a lot better.

Wolverine Ravings..

Date Unknown.

¡La vida continúa, pero me pregunto... por qué!

Life Goes On, But i ask myself...... why ?

17/12/2007 . Monday .

Do the Angels of heaven Pour oil into Hell's Infreno ?

19/12/2007 . Wednesday .

What is life other than a worship of Self ?

Lessons By Life...

Life is a great teacher. It teaches you even if you don’t want to learn, and that is the greatest thing about life. No matter whether you want to, or wish to or don’t think you need those lesions, or you didn’t even dream u would ever want those lessons, life teaches you, and when it does you have no option but to learn. Those who resist, those who protest and struggle against what is being taught, fall out. Those who catch up with the lessons, go ahead, in life.

You can call it life teaching, or if u're not as agnostic as me, you can call the teacher God. May be if you can see a face hidden by light (if u’re Christian) or some artist’s conception of the divine, as the teacher, may be, just may be you can learn something from life. If you choose not to, there is no way you can hold on against life, when everything, every wind, every wave going against you. I wonder, when I see people who seemingly glides their way through life, is life as simple, am I just making things hard for myself.. Is life so easy to face, or I it just me… Is it just me, and my madness (or folly) that makes me go around putting hurdles of thorn in front of others and me? Is it the work of a sadistic god who sits above and throws things in our path, which is already laden with potholes and pitfalls? I would so much love to believe in that sadistic God.. If it is not so, then why is it that religions teach us to praise and thank the God when something bad befalls us, thanking God for making that malady so small and for not bestowing upon us the chance to bear the chalice of sorrow that god is supposed to bless his best devotes with? Nothing else has ever seemed more right. May be this is Blasphemy, but I’m beyond that point where, the fear of death scares the hell out of me.

Death is the Kindest, most benevolent, most precious gift that God gives man. It is the penultimate blessing that anyone should pray for. I understand that now. I understand the importance of it.. When some one dies young, we always say, For God so loved him that he called him back. I now understand why that is too; why is it that God calls back the ones he love. Life is like a fight that we can never win.. We start living once we fail in life, once we give up. Once we give up fighting, once we give up trying to win over life, we win, and start living. It seemed to me often that life is like thins constant fight (ofcourse it is a constant fight) where we advance form one level to the next, like all those martial arts movies and sports movies where the hero, or the hero’s team advances form being noting and nobody, gradually winning it one by one, to go till the finals, and then winning it. But ofcourse life is so realistic, and that is the hell of it J. In life we never really go foreward form being the underdog. We are given one hurdle to overcome, and if we somehow manage to scrape through, we get another one, this time even bigger, even before ewe recover from the exhaustion which might have been the only, if any, good that might have come form over coming the first hurdle. If fight that too, we just chose to prolong the agony further. Because, in life u never really win, you never really reach the finals and win. I Often believed, ( and still do) that life is a test where god tests us thus, continuously, gradually, the intensity getting more n more. If we pass one test, then an even bigger n more painful one follows, to satisfy some sadistic pleasure that god derives from it all. God tests you till he finds that breaking point, where you finally break down n fall. I think the sooner you give up the better, you are saved from more grueling tests in life. Once you give up, god is satisfied, and gives you a peaceful life henceforth.

I think I fought too long, for I can no longer stand. But I think I gave god a pretty good time testing me, for he had to find such innovative methods, go to such lengths to reach here, thought I doubt if anything can be called innovative when it comes to god. When I look back, I wonder if this has been life or is it some dream from which I’m gonna wake up. But no. Life is not so condescending, nor is it benevolent. But if life is to be lived, you have to learn to loose to win, you have to give up to get it, give in to go ahead, and some how, that seems to fit perfectly in to the irony that is life.

The Mind Wanders and it forms Thoughts..Sometimes incomprehensible.

Choose to believe.. Or choose not to. May be this is my insanity, my very personal one that is driving me to do all these. May be… just may be…. It all comes down to the size of that little bit on iniquitous corner that complacently resides in all of our hearts. May be in mine it occupies a far bigger corner than I give it credit for. May be even as I speak, every moment it creeps and crawls like an invidious cancer, taking over my heart. Taking control of my actions and words, and even my thoughts. As I feel I drift farther and farther away from the ubiquitous presence that is supposed to watch over us all, the darkness falls, like rain… Reaching everywhere.. Seeping, flowing, oozing through.. The dark waters reach everywhere, making everything sodden. The cold chill that follows, as I walk.. The unfaltering companion of rain, the gale blows as if to remind you that you are wet. Sending cold chills up and down the spine..


There is noting like the smell of earth after a good rain. Nothing as invigorating, nothing as powerful exists. The holy Bible says man was made from Mud; from the earth. We have a sort of link with that earth, that supposedly gave birth to us. The two legged walk of man is the most notable of our superiority amongst, they say. But we just got farther and farther away from the earth, from the land that supports us in everyway. We stood up, and looked straight ahead. Never bothering to lookdown and feel that there is the earth, below our feet, keeping us up. We just couldn’t bear to look down, we couldn’t handle or digest the humility, that it takes to look down and relies that we aren’t all that powerful. There is this joke I read somewhere, about a conversation between ,man and God..
Man : god, we don’t need you anymore in this world.
God: Ohh…
Man : yeah, now through science we have done everything that you have done.
We can even create life from soil like u did.
God : Oh.. really .. show me
Man bends down and begins to make a man out of the Mud
God : Whooa… hold it.. Get Your own Mud…..

That is how thing s are really.. we never release how much of that we have and take for granted are gifts from God. We are proud of our visages , our brawn, our intellect , our skills and talents, and what not. But I don’t know if anyone ever stops to think that these were God given, and we should appreciate that something, rather than just take undue credit for things.

Calvin ( Hobbes actually ) on Life.

The truest thing i've seen in a long time
May be you find it hard to digest,
but teh sooner you learn to accept this the better.

I'm stil trying and paying to price for groping about in the dark to grab a handful of mist.






(Click On image to enlarge... I know u cant read it.... )

Read and see...

Music is one of the most enigmatic among all of man's creations. Without music the world will become a more morose place to exist in. Musicians that create the music are timeless, if the music that they create has enough worth. The real test of a musician is the test of time, where he is juxtaposed with contemporary popular artists, and if he emerges unscathed, and his music un assuaged, he can be proclaimed a truly great musician.

The music that most of the musicians create is mostly, tailor made to suit the popular demand that prevails in a particular time, ad generation. When he creates the music to suit the taste of the immediate patrons, and not for creating music itself, then those compositions may end up popular for the week, month or may be the year, but if it lacks the soul that is characteristic of real quality music, it fails to leave a mark in the listeners heart. The worth of a musician is inseparable from the music he creates and as long as the music has no universal appeal the fame of the musician will be short-lived and his renown restricted by the boundaries of time and culture.

Once a musician produces one or two popular, and at times quality music, he becomes famous and his works from that point of time will be in demand just because of his popularity, fame and previous success. People will automatically expect good works from him and he continues to ride his wave of glory till the culture and fashion makes way for a newer and more popular genre of music. IN that new wave the musician is forgotten and a new one is raised to the pedestal. So, the real worth of a musician cannot be accurately assed during the time in which he is famous and his fame gives an impressive facade to his music, which may even mask it's true worth.

Musicians that create music that transcends the boundaries, both geographical and chronological, are the ones who are proclaimed are the real musicians and their talent is universally accepted. These acceptance doses not come in a short span of weeks or months or years, but it is earned during generations. The likes of Mozart or Beethoven, were not merely popular for their period of existence. They were popular then, and they are popular now. That shows how the real quality of those compositions were appreciated, and the real worth of the musicians were applauded, at their time, as well as in ours. Even if we ask the opinion of a culture that enjoys rap or hip hop now, they will be reluctant to abate the quality of those musicians. May be they prefer their kind of music, but the worth and talent that those timeless musicians radiated are still acknowledged and appreciated. That is the real test that the talent of a musician has to undergo, the test of time. If the music he produced was of true quality and the talent that he showed had infallible mettle, then he will stand the test of time, and no matter what many years has passed since his time, and music have passed, eth music that he made an the talent that he had will be appreciated, by all generations that come after his time.

The musicians that stood this test are rare and few, but those who did, those who averred the worth of their talent and the soul of their music, through the generations that came after their time, will be appreciated with their true worth, unbiased by their fame or popularity. And this honest assessment should be what all musicians should be dreaming of, passing the test of time.






In case you are still wonderin what this is all about.... this was an essay i wrote.. I thought it was good..
The topic was
"The Real talents of a popular musician cannot accurately be assessed until the musician has been dead for several generations, so that his or her fame doesn’t interfere with honest assessment. "

God...

My parents tried to bring me up as a pious and adherent Christian but I believe I have grown up to be a pious human being. Being pious in any religion, as it is in Christianity, means that means that you believe everything that you are told, and not even thinking what the real message of Christianity is. In my home land, I believe Christianity has become the most profitable establishment and priesthood the most secure job option. The most revolting legal battles took place between two groups within the same sect of Christianity, to which I belonged… Over money and property and power. It may have been over some other underlying reason, but the same people to which the most peaceful religion is entrusted, the very same people who were suppose to the epitomes of the religious practices fighting over one another, in a religion that tries to teach us to love one another and to forgive others trespasses. It was one of the most dawning moments for me, If not the exact time when these events took place, then later on when I thought about this. How can these people still pretend to be the up keepers of religion? I mean they are supposed to understand every aspect of the Bible more clearly and are supposed to teach the rest of the ignorant us, about how one great man tried to bring order to an anarchic world. If they themselves don’t understand what a they are supposed to teach, then what will we be learning ultimately? I was not sure that I had understood the complete truth about God or religion but I was sure that there is a God who looks upon us. I was not sure about the believes about God that I choose to adopt, but I was sure that, that is what every religion really intends, to bring man closer to God.. I mean, I’ve always known and believed that there was only one God and if there is only one God, how can all there apparently conflicting religions be true at the same time? It is possible because all the religions say the exact same thing. I doubt if anyone of the prevalent religions here would accept that. They choose to hang on to their own distorted versions about the will of God.


I was always convinced that there is only one God. And if there is only one God how can it be that all these religions describing God in their own way can all be right? The answer is that none of them are completely right, or completely wrong. Then if all are saying the same thing why are there so many different ones in the world? There is noting in this worlds that appeals to everyone of its inhabitants. Except may be the imminent obliteration of their habitat. Even in such a pernicious situation there may be some to whom the idea of an inferno that engulfs the world may appeal. My point, if I haven’t yet been able to put it across, is that we are all inherently different and different things suit us, even in the matter of God. And even if each religion seems to tell a different version of God they all point to the same source. Christianity with it’s single God norm still has provision for three separate existence which it claims to be one. It exactly matches with the Hindu Doctrine of three main gods. But even in Hinduism it never says that there are three gods, and even in those scriptures, it is mentioned that there is ultimately only one God. But because of the needs of people the two stress on different points. Christianity, even if it is said in the Holy Bible that one should only worship only God, it openly supports and encourages worshiping mother Mary, or the various saints it created form time to time. Then is it not against the base philosophies of Christianity? I wonder if anyone has ever stopped to think.

And as people change religions also change to cater to the needs of the changing mentality of people, so that it can keep them adhered to itself, to keep itself financed. I mean if some religion said that what we preach is not the exact truth, we do not know what eth truth is, we just tell you thing which we know will appeal to you, will anyone stay loyal? I don’t think so. I’m not implying that all religions are bad, they are not. Infact they were created to increase the standard of human life, to instill humanity and to keep the people overcoming the obstacles that life keep throwing their way. I respect eh guy who thought up of the concept, though it was not as if one person just woke up one day with that idea in his head. The thing is religion developed over the ages. IN the incipient stage, it should have been full of blind and baseless terror of the unknown that led to religion. The pagan worship and the rituals of those barbaric times may no have represented the true self of god or practice of humanity but at the time it was pertinent to uphold the way of life that was followed and to keep humanity the way it was supposed to be. But some where with the development of civilization religion should also have developed to some rational form that must have been more or less the form of religion that we see now. I am sure atleast at some point in it’s development it must have passed through it truest from. But fro that point it should have come at a rapid decline to reached it’s dilapidated state in which it waddles now a days.

Well I am neither knowledgeable enough or mature enough or wise enough to advice what religion should be, but neither are the charlatans that pose as the leaders of humanity and incessantly try to feed us sophistry. Every man should have his own religion. His own way in which he communicates with the ubiquitous power that prevails in everything we see around us. But I realize that not everyone is capable of evolving a system of belief that suits himself, and those plethora humanity can always choose from the default options available, be it Christianity or Hinduism or Islam or Buddhism. Can there be a choice in these sort of matter.. Aren’t you just born into one of the religions and just follow it? The system of different religions was basically dividing the people of the word into two or three sects. And each religion was sculptured to cater to the needs of those who followed it. So it basically was a classification based on your interests, what you can believe as credulous or plausible. But that must have been a long time ago. We cant be sure that that system of classification should be still intact today or it still works. What I mean is that you are born into a religion based on some very complex and ethereal system that sort of knows what you need to survive in this world. So it sees that we are all born into a system of belief that we will find most suitable in our lives. It is because your parent and their parents before them and so on to a very large tree of ancestors found that system most believable and adoptable. So naturally you who carry those genes from primordial times should be able to see logic in that belief system. Hundreds of people have, and that system of division fascinates me.

But it doesn’t mean that it be always correct, like in my case. I like to think that I belong to no class, other than a class of my own. But may be that sort of concept may be arising from my inherent inclination to be different from others, to be iconoclastic and skeptical. My friends tell me that really rebel a lot, with the sort of “Let the world go to Hell” attitude. May be I do, and I DO because I think that I can tell the world to go to hell. But I don’t believe that my system of belief is superior to any others that already exist. My beliefs include just praying to One God, and that isn’t the Christian God or the Hindu God or any other religions patented god. But The God that created and sustains us all. I pray I the church and the temple in the exact same way. And I find equal comfort in both the palaces, though each gives a different sort of feeling. May be my ideals are predominantly Christian because that is what I was brought upon, but it doesn’t have anything to do with the religion itself, but the antediluvian values that the original religion must have tried to instill in our minds.

Love marriage and arranged marriage.......

I wrote this as a comment on my friends Blog.....
To read the whole thing go to http://nextbot.blogspot.com/ and read the title "mom, i love her , can i bring her home"
( and I fogot where i'd out the paragraph breakes... So it's just one big clumped jumble of words.. please try to decipher. )

Being a Christian ( though my fist name alone may suggest differently) , I’ve heard all through my liveSermons and extracts and quotes and teachings and whatnot saying the basic principle of Christianity is based on love. But the moment a someone heard the word “love” they flip tops and go on a rampage, trampling you underfoot ( if u happened to be the one mentioning the before said word .. even if u’re not, but u just happened to over hear the conversation also u’ll be trampled, so no use thinking it ok as long as u don’t say that word first) .

Never could understand it. I have tried to , and wanted to debate it out with some pedantic dilettante ( make u go running for the lexicon, doesn’t it ? I always wanted to do that) that the love the Holy Book says is not just to be preached but also to be practiced. That the love and tolerance is not just a topic for sunday morning sermons. But never got a chance to do that. Love has always been a topic of controversy. How do you love someone? Not for any of the reason that you marry a person in an arranged marriage, certainly. What do you look for when u go n marry someone who comes out of the blue, just coz your aunty’s cousin’s sister’s brother-in-law knows her ( feminists can also read this as his, I’m writing from my point of view so please replace him with her, wherever u want to do so ) father’s brother. I’d have quoted a simile for arranged marriage, but I restrain myself. But I think it is just like taking a lottery ticket and ur parents telling you that “Son, don’t worry we’ve bought u the winning ticket , we know the winning ticket by sight alone. So just go ahead any but it”. Seems sorta foolish, if u put it this way doesn’t it?. And It’s foolish too. I am not just supporting one side of the argument, Love too has it’s pit falls, but u know that It’s worth all the pit falls. What happens when your arranged marriage fails? You pay the price for someone elses’s choice ? To me it dosen’t seem fair, that your mom n dad (mostly mom ) gets to choose who you have to marry, just coz she didn’t get to choose when it was her time. I mean she can choose some one who’s appealing to her, but what about u? ( I have nothing against mothers mind u, I love mine just as much as anyone of u would or even more) . Wait for your chance to exercise your rights, when it time for your children to marry? ( A Note of warning, don’t think your children at their time will let u choose.. I’m sure the world will have seen the light by then. I mean we cant be in the dark ages for ever, can we? )

Life

The life that passes on right before our eyes, seems to elude us most of the times. In all sense life eludes most of us. Never in life have I felt in control of it. It was guiding me rather that me guiding it and living it. Most of the times it seems to have a life of it’s own. Those moments where I have actually felt that life was worth living are far in the past are covered with the filth of, memories and moments that come after it. Never to be recalled ever again. Even if I had known at that time that these were the defining moments that would make up my life, there would have been no way to save it from eminent loss in a flood of memories. But had I realized that those were never again to be, life could have been lived differently. Atleast , preservation and immortalization of those with words, as much as I am capable of would have been possible. Never in life have I doubted myself, except in moments that made me question my own methods. Doubt has never been an unending question without answers. Everything was made clear by thought. Thought was the constant companion that never left my side even for a moment. But that failed to heed my minds commands at times, and those times I shall never forget. Those were etched inside as though never forgetting them was a punishment in itself. It is indeed a punishment to carry the burden of all those skeletons that keep rattling the door that separates my sanity and my insanity. Never has a moment passed without the fear of insanity taking over.

Life changed in the course of years. I learned to live with what all I had to carry.. I never recognized the shoulders that were tilt ,to let me rest my head. I was in search of something else. Had I seen them, life would have never been what it is now. And of course ever the same for the heart that made those shoulders tilt. Indeed, thinking about the times and the seemingly brilliant opportunities that i have left behind , I feel everything could have been different. That I could have been different! Difference is only relative and doesn’t necessarily mean better. In fact, the moments that molded me to the person I am now might very well have been there even if I had chosen differently.

Somewhere I have said that choices that we make every second redirects our lives in an entirely new direction. At times those direction might be so drastic that it makes a huge impact on our lives in an instant. Sometimes the changes are so subtle that there can be no noticeable effect in our lives. But those also go about making changes that we hardly notice, but do make us bit by bit. Just think about it. Every moment that we pass through, make us. Make us into what we are. Bit by bit we are built into something just to vanish into something we don’t understand.
Of all the wonderful gifts given to man, the ability to think is the best. Without which we all would have been nothing more than machines to keep the eco system going. It’s what makes all things possible, or impossible. The possibilities are endless. What the human mind than think up has no limits. That in itself is a good think and a bad thing. Everything that we feel or enjoy or relish is all in our minds. Nothing is outside of it. Everything is what we think of, nothing more. We feel we are happy because we can feel happiness with our minds or hearts or brain. All of these heart, mind and brain are the same, at the same time we can find different roles and attributes for each, making us think that all are different entities. That is the power of thinking. In fact that can be the perfect example of the power of thought.. If we can feel that one thing that really exists is three different things at the same time perfectly knowing that it is one and the same, what else can prove that that everything that we feel and sense is completely inside our heads.

So in theory anything we desire can be created inside our heads. We can think up happiness or sadness. We can think up tension or relief. Anything we need to feel we can create inside ourselves. The why is it not done? Theoretically it is possible, thought practically, it can be far from easy. Imagine thinking up any mood that we want. Interesting theory. Bt to what extent is it possible. I can think up sadness or depression anytime I want, but it’s not so easy to think up happiness or some good emotion. May be sadness is easy because we all tend to enjoy sadness to some extent. May be it’s coz I’ve felt more sadness in my life that happiness. May be it’s coz I’ve felt more at ease with sadness than happiness. May be sadness make me more at ease that happiness. May be I’m more comfortable with sadness than happiness.

The love that is never returned is the best sort of love. Because it gives you the best sort of feeling, that nothing else can. At the same time it gives you pleasure and and underlying pain that never surfaces but contnues to burn you from within. It’s a scalding sort of feeling that makes your heart year for something different. But it also pleases the heart’s dark side. Darkness is not as in pitch black darkness that is filled with evil. But as in darkness that can drive us to do things that we never do. May be the darkness originates from that original sin that our first kind did. May be it’s just inherent in all of us, something that we are all born with. But what ever it may be , it is there inside. Inside all of us. No amount of denial can make that any different.

The sort of love that you give without receiving anything in return is perhaps a fragment of your self satisfaction. It is never that you give anything , especially love , Expecting none in return. You always expect it in return. If it is ever returned you will never fail to receive it. Then what is that? What does unconditional love really mean? Is it not reality? I know it is. For I have seen it. I have given it. But it never is unconditional. May be in some sense it is. But never in all the strength and depth that the word depicts. It never can be because love is a strange emotion. So strange that there can never be a perfect explanation.

WolverinE

Wolverine.. my Role Model... you can ask why do u want a comic character as a role model, why not a real person.. why, why because i never thought looking up to someone was in my character. May be it's hypocrisy may be it's ahankaram(vainglorism)

But i like it that way, and I believe no one who lived in this world is worthy enough to be looked upon. May be every Indian thinks of Mahatma Gandhi when the word 'Role model' pops up.. he was a great man... greater than i could ever become, but it doesn't mean i look up to him and i want to be like him or any thing. I respect Gandhi, for what he was, for what he did, for what he accomplished through non violence. It is something that will never be repeated again in the history of mankind ever again. But still I cant think of him as a role model.

It is the imaginary aspect of wolverine that draws me to him. He is a powerful mutant (Person with mutated genes, so that they have super human abilities ) but that doesn't make him invincible. Well WolverinE is Close to being Invincible, but that is not what attracts me. The character is something i can identify with. may be the anti hero concept appeals to most of the ppl, and may be that's what appeals to me too. The pain and anger that he feels is almost tangible, coz i feel it too at times. I wish at times, that i too could poop out Claws and cut something up to vent the anger. That i too could settle matters with my might than tact and courtesies that are required in real world. we all should have some secret imaginary place in our minds that we can escape to, when the problems in the real world appear seem too much to bear. And in my imaginary world i am WolverinE settling all problems with my claws.

it's easier to fight physical problems that are palpable rather than problems that exist in out mind.We cant fix a Project deadline or lack of funds at month end by swinging our fists at them. But in the Imaginary world, every problem is to be fixed by swinging our fists at it. Actually all teh monsters these superheroes defeat are in some way or other a representation of our real life problem, and that is what attracts me to wolverine.