Sunday, December 31, 2006

Why does Superman wear his underpants on the outside?


Raising children is the toughest job in the world, regardless how many others in different conditions are doing it. There are not even patterns that you can copy.. I mean, in my profession you would have design patterns that could be used off-the-shelf and you are happy. In human world, regardless of millions of years of history nobody has documented set of patterns for raising children. Everybody has some theory that may work or may not work. Humans are strange animals indeed.
My 6-yr old is now in the comics world. He gets these fancy ideas about being a Super Hero. So one day he is the Dark Knight, other day he is the Flash and many times - favourite, the man of steel. Even though Superman dispenses American Justice (which in today's world may not get many admirers...), the character has universal appeal. Of course it helps that modern media propogates the character in more neutral way than
1940's. The first time I saw the Fleischer series in the VCD format which my wife bought for my son, I was really scared by racial undertones of the cartoon especially about Japanese. I kind of had to 'ban' the viewing of this CD from our household. Thankfully my son does not yet know the history of world wars. In the comics world it becomes increasingly difficult when things start getting more earthly. In that sense I like the Justice League or Power Rangers better, given their job of protecting earth or galaxy.

However getting to child rearing experience, now we have to deal with more innocent questions like Super hero's dress sense. It practically looks like a gay-fair (Batman I recall, was actually called out gay in the comic book cover once !) and of course the style of wearing red briefs on one's dress is really something that all parents have to answer once in their lifetime (at least in the parts of the world where Superman media is watched by children). However cliche it might sound the answers have to be invented. My answer was because Superman may have gender insecurity and thus wants to show [it] off. My wife disagreed with me and argued that our 6-yr old may not have had time to study Freud that well. Minor detail.. but women have always winning argument, as I see it. So we went through the saving-world and graces phase of parenting. Top three(3) answers that we came up with:
  1. Aerodynamics: The dress provides easy flying with minimum resistance, wearing clothes over clothes would introduce air resistance.
  2. Convenience of toilet: Consider lack of toilets in earth's stratosphere and during intergalactic travel. This went very well with my son, this was something he could directly relate to.
  3. Style statement: This was pretty good (and obviously thought by my wife, if you get the hint!) and something that bollywood crazy 6-yrs could understand.
Clearly we bypassed the 'suppressed sexuality' issue, but I am sure he is going to find it out one of these days and would tell us that we could have told him earlier and that we were being protective. Presently he is happy in killing aliens and is terribly afraid of kryptonite which helps us a bit in managing command and control.

I wonder what the originators thought of making Superman with underpants on outside theme. There is lot of research on Superman costume of course. Superman through the ages, for example describes that these were tatters left from the childhood of Superman that were stitched together. Given that Martha Kent had little rustic fashion sense, I submit that style statement had revealing underwear but why red? I mean there was choice of having same color as other dress. In India, VIP underwear never caught on about the value proposition Superheros had till late and when they did, X-Gen was already here to provide more view of epidermis than caped comics characters.

On many weekends I play with my son. Some times we form the Justice League, with him in Superman role. I just hope that my son limits his dress choices to himself, I have not been asked to dress for the role yet and frankly I don't care much for superpowers if it requires me to show my underwear.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Life is a Journey

Delhi Airport, so called fancy airline of Kingfisher (yes the same one... famous for air-hostesses than for flights running on schedules). The flight to Pune is delayed by zillion hours. I am looking at the swanky new Airport, now managed by GMR instead of GOI – privatization has its own advantages. The little rough remarks at the King First club lounge - I do not know if the short form was supposed to mean something, it is named (!) King f - earn me a free coffee and quiet corner to charge my laptop battery. The air hostesses are still the same…

I wonder how much time I must have spent this year at the airports, more than in hospital for sure… and this is with two months of compulsory vacation. God only knows what it would have been, if not for my health. In this year alone, my Jet Privileges (Jet Airways frequent flyer program) got upgraded. Couple of hotels in India made me their platinum member (ironically, one added more points for staying at Mumbai for 4 days in row for nuclear medicine scanning). I think the frequent flyer programs, hotel membership cards, all are pointing to the important fact of the life, that many so called achievements are not particularly beneficial… oh wait no that’s not what I meant. I meant the fact that life is a journey and you are here more as a passenger rather than permanent resident. There are very few life forms that have been around for a while, like Sharks or Crocodiles. Homo Sapiens were never that lucky. Blame it on fragile body, susceptibility to diseases, ability to think and like all other animals weakness for air hostesses wearing short red skirts.

People start trusting these theories in earnest. Many religious scriptures pointed to this fact, Hindu one’s most than any other. For obvious reasons, transient life theories helped priests prosper so clearly it was more popular than rest of the theories.

In my little philosophical world life is a journey on a messed up flight, it never gets started right, never takes where you really wanted to go – gets diverted mid-way, has many shallow attractions, and get you only the mileage points which you can not use for barter or cash. Like all glorious things that it brings along, once you get the boarding card, you never know where you are headed. So life is a journey, but make sure you are headed in right direction regardless of the flaunting beauty of the check-in person.