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I was one of the few who gave their mother the joy of choosing my birthday! I was born at exactly at 12 midnight and the doctors gave the option to my mother to choose the day … she selected the next day as my birthday as a sign of looking forward…  I have to admit I was not the best looking baby but my mom would look at me as if I were a superstar…  Ever since I can remember I always thought I was special .. I remember my first bike ride and my parents cheered me as if I had conquered Everest. Yes, I was special .. By the time I was eight I believed I was a super hero (thanks to the million comics and cartoons).. I used to jump from unbelievable heights just to see if I would break anything (thankfully I have never broken a bone till dateJ). When I folded my hands in prayer.. I imagined myself in heaven (rivers of chocolate and all that stuff) and I would talk to God in person.

I started going to kindergarten and I was the best… the best at sports; the best at studies..I could understand, memorize and repeat quicker than anyone else and I was proud …I believed I was extraordinary.. Then I started school and slowly one by one by super powers seem to fade… the students got smarter and I was the topper no more… I was not the captain of my basketball team..the falls began to hurt…suddenly everybody wanted me to try harder .. and I did … I tried to rekindle my super powers but none came back.. I prayed harder but God seems to have taken a vacation.. I tried harder but there was always someone better than me … in studies , sports, looks, love…

I passed my tenth with very average grades and my heart was broken ….suddenly I was the black sheep. All my cousins were better and therefore intense family pressure. And then it was a slide from there.. everything else I did was average and nobody cared ..got through an average school, college and post graduate school. I never did anything extraordinary since my childhood…I did not win my first crush.. my parents were disappointed and my company thinks I am just a cog in their corporate wheel.  And with 26 years past me and with all these failures I thought to myself … Would anything have ever been different I was never born???… Would anybody notice one less burden to this world!!???

To my surprise I realize it did.. It did make a difference to all those people I was associated to …maybe not at present but if I were to put my life on a canvas… I was the first child to someone.. I was the first crush of someone .. I was the first kiss for someone… I was the first love for someone … I was the first team mate for my basketball captain.. I was the first party to bunking school , drinking, making out for someone…I have brought smiles to someone… someone felt loved because of me  and someone would break a tear if I was gone.

And I realised I am not the only one …all of us are .. each one of us is or was a super hero who just lost their belief in themselves.. I might not make a difference to the world but I have made a world of difference to someone.. and even if you have not done any of the above mentioned things … know this .. you have filled my heart just by reading this and you have made me feel special.. and you are my superhero !!

P.S. This blog is dedicated :

To my friend who felt lonely;

To my friend who believes she can make a difference;

To my friend who thinks its not worth the effort;

To me for finding my super powers.