Currently I am reading the graphics novel of Watchmen and I cannot help adulate Jon, or better known as Dr. Manhattan. An aspiring watchmaker, he was forced into nuclear physics by his father. He received his degree from Princeton and his life was great, until an unfortunate accident turned his life upside down.
It so happens that he get caught in an experiment wherein his whole body is disintegrated. But the brilliant young researcher is able to re-assemble his body particles. The whole process has given him the power to control particles. He can teleport anybody he wishes to, can explode or move objects without touching them. He has infact become the super man of his time, so much that his girl friend once remarks – They say you can do any thing Jon. They say you are like God now.
But Jon feels more and more detached with the world. He does not share the same emotional bond with people any more. He views them as objects and subjects of study. To him, the whole world has become an experiment, a question. His mind is always pre-occupied. The only person that makes him wish to remain at Earth is his new girl friend. And the day she leaves him, he leaves the Earth for Mars.
There is yet another character – Veidt. He is the most intelligent man on the Earth. And this makes him sad. He is not happy because he knows that nothing is right with the world. The burden weighs on him and makes him weary.
I suppose everyone must have felt this way some time or the other in his life. The more I introspect, the more I feel myself to be detached from this world. I do not care for most of the people. I only care about the best of my friends. I am always thinking about something, nothing useful mostly, but none the less, my mind is always preoccupied. I do not connect with people the same way as others do. I sometimes observe the social behavior of others to learn from them. I am sometimes like Dexter Morgan when it comes to society. The sense of justice and righteousness, the consequences of my actions, all weighing on my mind.
All this tires me. I too want to leave everything behind and perhaps go away to Mars. And yet sometimes there’s a voice in my head which say – I’m not a God, and certainly not the most intelligent man, but I’ll do what I can to set things right in this world. And as I have already mentioned before, it scares the hell out of me.
I am alone with my thoughts. I have no guidance for my actions. I have designated no person as the judge to my deeds. And I have confided in none with my deepest secrets. Perhaps I am afraid, just as Voldemorte was, of company, of association.
I do not know what I am writing anymore. Its yet another impulsive jotting down of thoughts. I shall end it here.
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