Apparently sometime back a poll was conducted which told us that Superman was the greatest comic book character of all times. In a way, it made no sense. He’s the “goody two shoes”, the one who can do no wrong, the always virtuous, one woman man, rather Superman. But the world around us had superheroes with their shades of grey. The Black Spiderman was just in a movie, but the entire life story of the Batman is about being The Dark Knight. Ironman is a pompous spoilt brat, while most of the rest come and go as the latest flavour of the season.
And really, why would you like Superman? He has no moral dilemmas. He knows his rights from wrongs and even when Lex Luthor dangles a kryptonite ring in front of him, Superman remains the greatest champion of humanity. There is seemingly nothing that can make him falter even a bit.
And we know that we love our shades of greys.
But then, I have been thinking. What if, deep within, beyond all our metamorphical blog posts and our devotion to graphic novels and their moral dilemmas, what all of us really want is to go back to the simplicity of black and white and live in a world where the choices are not so blurred, where dreams are more real than nightmares and hope still lives?
What if, in reality, we want the Superman to win over the others, even when we are scared to accept it? What if we know that the Superman is the only true superhero, the one who is incorruptible?
What if the hope for a Superman is our only hope?