An inspiration can come from unexpected places. Something which means something in a particular setting may mean another thing altogether in different circumstances.
I had already watched the first Doctor Strange movie, in the cinema, and in 3D. I loved its colors, and its graphics; the outlandish, and the unexpected. It was not run of the mill stuff.
People (by busloads) claiming to be Marvel fans are mostly fake fans. They are mainly in it for the banter and the FOMO.
They are, most often, not aware of the vibrant settings, and ‘inceptionesqe’ dimension-shifting shenanigans of Valhalla.
Maybe I’m a (geeky) snob.
The movie seemed immensely personal to me. It had elements which the fake-casual-fans would not know. Don’t we all love some exclusivity?
As it should be evident by now, I had a great time in the theatre.
I watched the movie again, this time when I needed to test the Super AMOLED screen of my new phone. This movie was just the right fit for it.
There is a flaw I find in 3D cinema viewing. It’s extremely difficult for me to keep pace with the details on the screen. Being sensitive to visual stimuli (as well as all other kinds) I miss many details while watching movies in the said format, by reason of unconsciously saving myself from being overwhelmed by the content.
Watching Dr. Strange in 2D had its own distinct pleasures.
But in the second term of viewing, it felt very different. This time I saw in it the story of my life, as the protagonist’s predicament mirrored mine.
Of course not completely, but there were a few parallels. I’m relatively bright, but pretty ordinary compared to Dr. Stephen Strange. He was a hotshot, a world-renowned neurologist who fell from grace. He was extraordinarily intelligent, accomplished and rich.
But after a devastating road-accident, his whole world crumbled down- when he understood he couldn’t keep his hands steady anymore; the life-blood of his neurosurgery practice.
I could sniff the narrative and instantly knew I could learn considerably from the movie.
The fact that the hero’s loss was bigger than mine was sort of a relief, as I knew he would overcome the quandary, and in turn inspire me to overcome mine.
And it did, big time. All the while, I saw the character as myself.
I think my biggest takeaway was that he emerged stronger from the setback. I plan to do the same. I am striving to rule, to become awesome, and to be a force of nature. The movie taught me the (human) body, mind and spirit have limitless potential. It’s just about how much we want it. I want it a lot.
I saw a person who couldn’t move a muscle start to run, eventually fly, and in the end move through world’s and dimensions. His drive and his will-power pushed him through unthinkable obstacles.
I also want to become such a force. I wish to possess an indomitable spirit which does not know the limits around it. To open hidden avenues and to discover abilities which didn’t seem apparent, or even possible.
Cockiness has its merits. It makes you fret less and hence work with a clear head.
The power of positive thinking can never be overstated. I will rise from the ashes like a hero. Just like the protagonist, I will be infinitely better.
The lesson of confidence is important. The hero’s was refreshing. I need to feel like that. Like how Dr. Strange, Bane, and Selina Kyle felt in their respective storylines. No speck of doubt in my head, no fear. I will back it with substance, hard work, and resilience.
I’ll show the world what I’m about. Just wait.
#JUST YOU WAIT
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