What is the most addictive substance ever known to have tantalize human senses ? Heroine? Hashish? No. It’s power. Power to be in domination; power to make or break; power in its undiluted form.
What is art? Actually, what is the true art of conjuring? It is moulding the power into genial, most humane of its avatars, such that you wear it like a gold badge on your collar, out of the notice of prying eyes, not that it wears you into the sorry state of King Midas.
What is camouflage? It’s when you disguise the power such that your hand which stokes a tiger, is same that feeds a lamb. It is when the same sense of power forms an aura around you, coaxing all the vexed to you, making you the real life superman or wonder woman. Instead of being just a dad, are you a chauffeur, a bodyguard, your daughter’s valiant knight that slays monster under the bed or your son’s Sachin or Sohaib, Ronaldo or Rooney? As a mother, are you your son’s Pulitzer prize winning writer, when you correct his essays, or your daughter’s Nobel prize winner mathematician when you make her math problems seem tangible after hours of fruitless labour? As a sister, how many times have you walked in your mother’s shoes taking care of family, and as a brother, how many times have you played at being the head of the family (dad)? In one instant, if the security of your family were ever questioned, you would morph into Hulk, Victoria the Vampire, Spiderman or Kim Possible, no holds barred, would you not?. Then it’s you who is the poetic, most angelic version of power.
You see, a scintilla of power is always vested in you, since you were made in God’s own reflection. How you choose to deal with it is the true test of power. Destroy building, wreck havocs, ruin lives, easy peasy, amateur hour stuff. Assume it sans the cape, hood, sword, bow and arrow, you, my pal, are like Archangel Michel, walking the earth in human suit!
Real power can be turned on and off, not in fear of someone else, but in humble nobility, when you bow to a higher authority. You lend it ethereal beauty when this elated sense of power breaks your subjects into hymns but doesn't coax you into composing ballads in you name. Power and modesty is a respectable combination.
For “With great power, comes great responsibility” is not just a corny comic line, it’s the mantra that is reverberating through the domains of universe, easy for you to hear, if you choose to lend your ears!
