Christopher Reeve 1952-2004


As a childhood hero 'The Superman', he personified Physical Strength
and Power; as omnipotent and benevolent as a Man God can get.
He bought kryptonian magic into our dreams and made us wish secretly
that one fine morning we will be the master of such powers which will
transform our puny, unimportant life into a super-duper mega adventure
story.

Years later, as one of the life's greatest irony, our Superman fell from a
horse and injured his spine, beginning the most gruelling, painful and vegetable
existence till his death last week. The person whom you saw on the
wheelchair was not Superman, but a broken and biologically useless
human being.

Later, the whole world stood up in awe when they witnessed
the phoenix like ressurection of human spirit from that inert humanbody.
Strenght of this man's spirit grew bigger than the Superman he created. It
gave poeple hope, it made them dream even when there was nothing to
stand upon. It taught the world that nothing could break a human, how
small or puny he may look. It taught them to turn around and look life
straight in the eye and say let's play, .....to roll with the punches.....


Fairwell to my Childhood hero
Source of strength in my Adulthood
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