Even though
Clark Kent was travelling in a solar powered Multi Rail bUs to Daily Planet he
was thinking about Krypton, the memories of Krypton was in the capsule that he
had come to Earth yet he missed the real place... he had no worries now as he
knew the condition of many in suffering; he wasn’t making any promises as he
already was committed; he never wondered that if this planet could be like Krypton? Humans are not ready for it, and it’s not really his call or
responsibility either it’s not diverse to create identical circumstances and
its impossible too, the disappointment of a hero…for him the very meaning of
his existence was at stake at times, living like an alien where he had nobody,
yet it was his home now…
It’s a new day
at the daily planet today the work gave him motivation and hope on the
creativeness of this race, even though the arts passed on by has devolved and
today it’s became nescience he still had to bear with them… As Clark Kent he
only had the Nano dreams of a commoner, it was all about meeting the ends, like
it’s said in Delhi, roti, kapda aur makaan.
But Superman
was different; it was very hard to control this alter ego, not get noticed and
to watch people live their lives and fighting this world from forces dark
beyond comprehension…many a times he didn’t even had much to talk just things
to do and he knew well his responsibility…to call something his own was just
Krypton’s ghost in an alter dimension and at another times that beautiful
aspiring reporter who was in love with Superman…and then Clark Kent was a
human, a human in love…
