I have no hi-tech gadgets. I have no super powers. I cannot fly. I am no X-Men. Who am I?
I am the ‘Commo Man’ – the super man in my dreams. Everyday, my real face, Subramanya Srinivasa Venkata Gopala Krishna Mohan faces lot of troubles with corruption, harrasment from superiors, foolish laws, very foolish so-called taboos of the society. But when I sleep, my dreams are my script, I am the god of my dreams.
After a tiresome, hectic day, after listening to Boss shouting, colleagues gossips, wife complaints, horn honkings, high volume TV, when I lay on my bed, when I close my eyes… my world starts. You might call it a dream. But there the actual me, aspiring me wakes up.
Is this kind of a movie story? where the hero has multiple personalities. No, this is the story of us. Ask yourself.
In my dream, I am the Conno Man – The man of men. Clad in a stylish black suit, I wear a red chaddi ( i visualise to change chaddis, yesterday was blue) and with a mask. This is my avatar. I go on my Harley Davidson ( in actuals I have a LML Vespa). My weapon is a very stick with lot of magnetic hooks to it. I go into the street with my GADGET in my right hand. As I go, it clenches and hold of each and every opportunist who tried to exploit my silence in my day. Hey, there you go, my boss is on the extreme end. He is struggling like a caught fish.
Oh, no, end of the road….the so called local corporator of our area ( last time, I went to meet him for our street sanity issues. He made me wait for 8 hours and didn’t meet me at last), with his bunch of goons. All having, all the rowdy gadgets in their hands. He ordered his goons to stop and kill me. I raised the speed of my bike and clicked on the FLY button. I am in sky now and now one can touch me, including those bunch of thugs ( I said I cannot fly, but my bike can
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All through my journey, the rats whcih stuck to my gadget are praying to leave them. I gave them a deaf ear. I took them to the pig valley – the land of no-return and dropped them there. I didnt look back. Because, I am the Conno Man.
When I was about to land my super bike on the ground…it crash landed…I fell down frm my bed. Damn its 630 AM again.
‘Ey Subramanya, get the milk, u lazy bugger!!”, My mom from the kitchen.
I had this tiny smile on one corner of my face.
” I will dream the same dream again today. Today, my victims will be my landlord, who is increasing house rent without reason, my cable operator, who gives worst service and still demands for money on the first of every month and the traffic police at the junction, who stops me every saturday and takes Rs. 100/- from me, even if I have every paper, which allows me to ride my scooter.
On my way now, back to life
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