I love Spider-Man. But, I need to be honest on this one fact. I didn’t start Spider-Man in comics. Where I lived, there were little to no comics and the thought of collecting one comic book after another didn’t occur to me. How I got to know Spider-Man was from the 2002 Sam Raimi’s superhero film ‘Spider-Man’. After watching the film (at least a couple hundred times), I watched the 1967 ‘Spider-Man: The Animated Series’ (over and over again).
And I did watch Superman and Batman in my childhood, but only Spider-Man left a deep impression on me. Part of it was the gimmick of a man being able to spin webs from his hands and being able to crawl on the walls. To me, it felt much better than being able to fly.
But a gimmick can only hold attention for so long. It is easy for the high to come down for a child as he grew into a teen and stand the precipice of adulthood. Many of those spectacles have left in the long years of my life. But, some stayed.
One of them was Spider-Man. Continue reading “Why Spider-Man is the Greatest Hero in Comics”
***Spoilers below for Secret Empire and Lord of The Rings***
I am not going to drag this out. Secret Empire is one of the most underwhelming story ever penned (and up to certain issues, drawn) under Marvel. It is a monster of a story done bad. It had themes which could have resonated, but all it left was a pitiful echo.
However, it is not without its defenders. There are people who have loved the story. It is good they were able to find entertainment in the comic where I couldn’t. More power to them.
Still, there are quite a lot of glaring flaws which need to be addressed. One should not turn a blind eye to them unless people want Marvel to fall into mediocrity.
Continue reading “My Problem with Marvel Comic’s Secret Empire”
I have played a lot of games in my life. From simple platformers like Mario to complex stories told in AAA games such as Dishonored, Far Cry, Fallout, etc, I have played a lot of them. It was great to play these games, always great to escape into a reality of infinite possibilities. The games were frustrating at times, cathartic in others, but enjoyable overall. This is how I had been feeling about games since I was a child. However, there was another feeling in there among the rest. A feeling which I ignored even though how strong it was at the particular time and place. Dissatisfaction.
Why did I feel dissatisfied? The story was complete. The heroes won. But, it didn’t feel, didn’t resonate with me. I would just get up and stretch my limbs and feel… relieved. Continue reading “How Undertale Satisfied Me”
The rain was falling outside. The class was empty and everybody was gone. I stayed behind. I had a raincoat, but rather wished to leave when the rain stopped completely. I tried to write something, maybe an essay. But I didn’t know what to write about. I didn’t think I had the knowledge to write about it. But aren’t essays a personal opinion on a subject? But I wanted to write the right thing. I don’t know what kind of sentimentality is brewing in my mind. I wanted to be right, yet I wanted to write what I wanted. How can I do the two things in the same time. In all honesty, I could only do one at a time.
I like to write. I just like writing what I wanted. Yet I feel these constraints pulling at me, wanting me to take my work a certain direction. Is this for the better or for the bad? I didn’t know, neither I felt I would be getting a definite answer. I want to write what I want. Stories, poems, essays and ramblings are my most written forms. In them, I try to be honest with what I am feeling. What emotion goes through me, goes through my hand and onto the paper. Very little, I edit what I write. Poems I have left untouched, even the typos undisturbed. They mean something to me. My inexperience. How I started this wonderful activity. If I go back and change them to my present skill, doesn’t everything become cookie-cutter in entirety? Maybe my mistakes are not mistakes at all. Maybe these are personal touches. Maybe these things tell us we didn’t start easy. There was a time, young and we naive. We didn’t fail that moment. We wrote and maybe, even now in the future, we might look at this very moment and say, “Didn’t I make this wonderful mistake that time?”
I love fantasy. When I was a small kid, I used to watch a lot of cartoons. Watching them, I got drawn to the fantastic elements. The things which were really impossible to perform in real life like making fire, flying, going from one place to another in the snap of a second, traveling to a world filled with exotic and wonderful creatures. These things can hold the attention any child, but not all of them can keep their love into teenage and adulthood. It is not a bad thing per se. People just get comfortable with reality and find their time accosted by it (or their minds have been shattered by society).
Even I have forgotten many of these fantasies.
However, there is one story filled with magic and such wonder, I and as well as the people well into their old age still have it in their minds and hearts and dream of it. They are still fascinated by it, amazed at such a tale was able to be told. It is none other than The Lord of the Rings. Continue reading “Why I Love The Lord of The Rings”
I do not like tragedy very much. I always have tried to avoid sad stories with tragic elements for I grow despondent with life and actually get a depression after the final credits roll for the movie. This feeling of despair and sadness I develop stays for a long long time. I can’t seem to forget the particular movie no matter how hard I try. I don’t necessarily hate the use of tragedy or the idea of tragedy itself. After all, it helps us grow.
But still, I would at least like to wash my socks without dropping my tears all over the place, thank you very much.
But the tragedy is not something even the hardcore fans would appreciate if it didn’t have some form of levity. Something to tell them it was still alright. Hence, there is the genre of tragic comedy or tragicomedy.
It can be said the people from old times would not appreciate their plays to only be able to depress them and lose their faith in humanity. Shakespeare, the heart-breaker, found about it. Thus comedy was integrated into tragedy for the betterment of it. Continue reading “The Art Of The Comical Tragedy”
Well, there is no more to it. I am 19 now. I am old. But I don’t feel old unless I look at somebody younger than me or stare at the name of my institution. I am in college now. And old people go to college. Time seemed to have moved faster than I ever expected. Or maybe it was just me not paying attention. Every day keeps passing and every other day feels the same as if I have been living the same day over and over. I don’t know what I am supposed to look up to when I wake up every day. I wake up to go through what I always have. A monotonous and mundane recurring schedule.
I have hopes and aspirations, yet I don’t feel I am doing enough to achieve them. Everything I do feels little in the scale of things I don’t do. I am bored. Extremely so. I, myself, am the cause of my boredom. I am the one who is haunting me in this world. Continue reading “I Have Grown Up”