THE DISCOVERY OF POWER
Pingo was having very eventful days. His grandfather was training him as best he could. “Be the man you want to be, and for that you need hard-work” he used to say. Pingo argued he just needed Tandoori Chicken to unleash his power, but it was a weak argument. Gym, running, cycling each day was getting too tough for him.
Pingo was having very eventful days. His grandfather was training him as best he could. “Be the man you want to be, and for that you need hard-work” he used to say. Pingo argued he just needed Tandoori Chicken to unleash his power, but it was a weak argument. Gym, running, cycling each day was getting too tough for him.
“I thought all these powers would give me freedom to do
whatever I wanted!” Pingo thought aloud one day, as he recovered from running bruises.
“No, its on the contrary. You are a hero because the world
needs a hero. When you have more power than others, its for you to use it
wisely. You must use it to write your own destiny. You must use it to write
other’s destiny. People will look up to
you. People will trust you. You cannot let them down. If you do, your powers
will be wasted. Your destiny will be failed. Your purpose will be lost. People
will not remember you, and your fragile mark you make on this world will fade
away every day to come.”
“So what do I do?” Pingo said dazed, afraid of the
importance he was being given. Could he truly change the world?
“Make lives better. Touch hearts of poor and rich alike.
Make their lives worth living. That is how the mark you make will be etched
permanently in them.”
Pingo didn’t know whether he was inspired or plain scared of
all this responsibility. He gave a curt nod of understanding and faced towards
the window.
“So how did I do it?” he asked finally “How’d I kill my
aunt?”
“Of that, I can’t say for sure. I have a couple of theories.
But they are theories just.”
“I still want to know” Pingo was adamantly curious, as a boy
his age should be.
“Do you know about micro-organisms? They are present in huge
numbers in our body. Some are good, some are bad like all things in life. Of
them some are active and some are inactive. What you did to your aunt is
probably activate some inactive viruses in her. That proved to be fatal”
Pingo thought for a while, a great while. A frown covered
his face as he made calculations in his mind. After a lot of thought, he said
slowly:
“So how can I do good to anyone if my only skill is to kill
people?”
“That’s up to you to decide. Its your choice to make completely.
Another thing, you need an identity, an identity which people can relate to and
look up to. Have you thought of any?”
“Actually I have. Want to hear it?”
“What?”
“The Dude of Delhi”
