What is it with rich people going through loss thats appealing? It didnt even strike me as a big deal until the question was asked in as many words.. When some migrant labourers lost their lives on a railway track, I too am guilty of thinking 'what fools would lie down to sleep on a railway track?!'. I failed to see - like that article pointed out - that for someone walking hundreds of kilometers, the track gave them a sense of security. It was the very absence of trains that made them walk down the track!
Why did some article have to put things in perspective? Why was it natural for me to feel bad about the obnoxiously rich widow of Kobe Bryant with more resources than one can imagine. There is that sense of wonder when we look up to those fancy people in gilded cages with fascinating lives & easy solutions. Thats what it was - the easy chopper ride solution to the traffic problem. Simplified time management - if you have the resources! & yet I relived the pain on Kobe & Gigi more than those poor, tired, labourers who had no expectations from life but survival.
I think... while its easy to fathom a man of less means having no control over his situation, succumbing, its dramatically different when a man of wealth & influence succumbs to his situation with absolutely no control as well. You always imagine money & stature can get u anything & keep you in control ... & you realize that its so far from the truth that you have to recalibrate your thoughts... & all of a sudden you dont know what to do? Keep your ambitions of that high life you foresee or keep it simple & ... I dont know... become a yogi..?? Its confusing. I dont know what to do any more!
So its obviously intriguing, to see people with everything in the world go through pain & reassure yourself that money isnt everything.. Sour grapes may be!
Anyway, talking of death brings me to a tangent. Indian cinema has been particularly affected in 2020... Actor deaths affect movie buffs like me... because every one of them holds some meaning & has some relation to a memory. So its like some part of you dies when they pass on.
Irfan did life of Pi -which is somehow connected to Nirbhaya for me. Irfan also did lunchbox which I hated (because I hate abrupt endings) but there was something about that movie that nags at you for the rest of your life... about how some mistakes were probably the best accuracies of your life.
Rishi Kapoor - so many many memories... Chandni, bol radha bol, khel khel mein, rafoo chakkar, AAA... too many to list. I grew up watching him!
People kept talking about these 2 and their struggle with cancer but I thought its just a matter of time before they recover... with all their resources... Both active till their end. Their parting put me on the edge. Somebody dear to me was recently given 2 years to live & she seemed alright when I spoke to her & so I thought the doc must be exaggerating. But after hearing about Irfan & RK, I just know I have to spend as much time with her as I can. My heart feels heavier now.
Then the Kannada hero - Chiranjeevi Sarja. I didnt really care too much for him but loved his wife in some of the movies she did. Followed him only for her sake. It was crazy scary the way he left leaving her with an unborn child. I was almost there... around 14 years back.. so it hit me particularly hard.
And one week down we have Sushant - gone too soon. And as always, the moment there's a suicide, everyone jumps in to explain how its a cowardly act, & no matter what suicide shouldnt be an option. These experts have never been there. And if I hadnt been there myself, I guess I too would have parrotted the same nonsense on cowardice & courage.
Anyhow - 2 shaky sundays took 2 much loved men away - 1 who desperately wanted to live and another who desperately tried to live.
And as always life goes on... & I thank God for my dear ones who are with me while they're still here (& the ones who are there somewhere... anywhere... as long as they are 'there'.. & OK)... & while at that, I also take up every silly fight with my loves :) because, like I said, life goes on!
Why did some article have to put things in perspective? Why was it natural for me to feel bad about the obnoxiously rich widow of Kobe Bryant with more resources than one can imagine. There is that sense of wonder when we look up to those fancy people in gilded cages with fascinating lives & easy solutions. Thats what it was - the easy chopper ride solution to the traffic problem. Simplified time management - if you have the resources! & yet I relived the pain on Kobe & Gigi more than those poor, tired, labourers who had no expectations from life but survival.
I think... while its easy to fathom a man of less means having no control over his situation, succumbing, its dramatically different when a man of wealth & influence succumbs to his situation with absolutely no control as well. You always imagine money & stature can get u anything & keep you in control ... & you realize that its so far from the truth that you have to recalibrate your thoughts... & all of a sudden you dont know what to do? Keep your ambitions of that high life you foresee or keep it simple & ... I dont know... become a yogi..?? Its confusing. I dont know what to do any more!
So its obviously intriguing, to see people with everything in the world go through pain & reassure yourself that money isnt everything.. Sour grapes may be!
Anyway, talking of death brings me to a tangent. Indian cinema has been particularly affected in 2020... Actor deaths affect movie buffs like me... because every one of them holds some meaning & has some relation to a memory. So its like some part of you dies when they pass on.
Irfan did life of Pi -which is somehow connected to Nirbhaya for me. Irfan also did lunchbox which I hated (because I hate abrupt endings) but there was something about that movie that nags at you for the rest of your life... about how some mistakes were probably the best accuracies of your life.
Rishi Kapoor - so many many memories... Chandni, bol radha bol, khel khel mein, rafoo chakkar, AAA... too many to list. I grew up watching him!
People kept talking about these 2 and their struggle with cancer but I thought its just a matter of time before they recover... with all their resources... Both active till their end. Their parting put me on the edge. Somebody dear to me was recently given 2 years to live & she seemed alright when I spoke to her & so I thought the doc must be exaggerating. But after hearing about Irfan & RK, I just know I have to spend as much time with her as I can. My heart feels heavier now.
Then the Kannada hero - Chiranjeevi Sarja. I didnt really care too much for him but loved his wife in some of the movies she did. Followed him only for her sake. It was crazy scary the way he left leaving her with an unborn child. I was almost there... around 14 years back.. so it hit me particularly hard.
And one week down we have Sushant - gone too soon. And as always, the moment there's a suicide, everyone jumps in to explain how its a cowardly act, & no matter what suicide shouldnt be an option. These experts have never been there. And if I hadnt been there myself, I guess I too would have parrotted the same nonsense on cowardice & courage.
Anyhow - 2 shaky sundays took 2 much loved men away - 1 who desperately wanted to live and another who desperately tried to live.
And as always life goes on... & I thank God for my dear ones who are with me while they're still here (& the ones who are there somewhere... anywhere... as long as they are 'there'.. & OK)... & while at that, I also take up every silly fight with my loves :) because, like I said, life goes on!
