I WANTED TO BE A HERO!

I wanted to be a hero, but had no webs to swing like Spiderman! I wanted to fly jet fighters as the action film stars did, but they said, I was just a little boy. Then I grew up. I wanted to be a hero, wanted to have big muscles like a WWE star, so I hit the gym. But then they said, I had no chances to be Rock, Arnold or Roney Coleman. I grew up. I wanted to be a hero, I wanted to be a great lover, meet my angel, sing love songs and dance like the Bollywood couples, and then break ups. . . patch ups. . . break ups. . . tears, pain. . . They said I was just being a foolish dreamer, she never came, no songs, no dances. I grew up. I wanted to be a scientist like Einstein, Edison and Hawkins, I dreamt about the stars and fancy physics. They said, my theories were meant for fairy tales. I grew up. I wanted to be a businessman like Tata, Ambani and Gates, I ran around investing, making money, losing money. They said it wasn't my cup of tea. I grew up. I wanted promotions, I wanted to be an officer, a manager. . . They said there had been a long list ahead of me, my turn would take time. I grew up. I got promotions. I grew up. I became a manager. I grew up. I retired and they treated me with love and bid goodbye. I turned back to the past and smiled knowing what destiny had made of me. Then one day a poet came along and wrote an epic called 'life' where he called me - 'The hero of world!'