All the Glitter and Fancy Gloves

Its been so long since I wrote anything in my blog. Somewhere last year I moved back to good old paper, but an anonymous comment here sort of triggered the itch to blog again.

Fame could be a fickle mistress, but for some she is always there at least garbed as notoriety. No one should have known this better than Michael Jackson. A hundred things were said about him and still are, but how much of these reflect the man himself? Strange that while you are alive people talk about your bad habit of picking your nose, but when you die, they talk about how good a human being you were. Jackson should be laughing at the irony of it from the Neverland he should be in now.

The moon walking singer was an icon for a whole generation of Indians. So many of us sang along with his when he sang, “They don’t really care about us” to drum beats. The whole country would have melted all its gold and beat a way to his door step if he had only asked. His charm was like a spell that even melted the saffron clad Bal Tacharey.

But lets shake off the glitter, and hang up the shoes. Remove those absurd gloves and scrap off the grafted skin; what will we find underneath?

Not that I was up close enough to know, and not that those up close managed to take that close a peek. But those songs that have been his making and breaking, life and soul should mean something right? Most even ignoring the words sounded rebellious, fresh, and sexy. Something like a teenager rebelling against being grounded. But some also spoke of a sensitivity and awareness so alien to most people. They served as the anthem for equality and a reminder for those lost in the mad rush of the world. But most of all they revealed a man lost in his image, looking for a place where he would truly belong in this world. I hope his fame and money or the obscene distortion of both, gave him the freedom to be just himself, however absurd it looked to the lesser mortals of the world.

Thanks to whatever angel above for sprinkling a little bit of fairy dust on the world once in a while. They did make MJ glitter.