My unforgotten hero
That was my birthday in 1990. My brother was yet to be born in a few days. My mother, heavy with her three-and-half kilo still-to-be-born, took me to the local market called Bally Bazar. She wanted to gift me something precious before I was given a soft living chubby brother. Till then I was fascinated with the Doordarshan telecast of He-Man and the Masters of the Universe, a popular cartoon among the children of eighties. The highest point of charm was the good-looking prince Adam who made himself the mighty He-Man when he was attacked by his ferocious enemy, the Skeletor. I liked He-Man's style of holding the sword up and pronouncing aloud "I am the master of the universe". A magical light flashed on his body and the muscular He-Man came out of the charming prince. Though I never wanted to be like him, I tried to imitate his style of changing himself to a hero, but in private. Perhaps my glance fell on the He-Man in the display box of a local doll shop. I expressed my d