MJ, no more?

                       I was browsing the internet at 5.00 in the morning and came across a news article that said that Michael Jackson was dead. I was shocked. I mean, he was so young. I know life is uncertain and that death is always sudden. But Michael Jackson? It was one of the most cruel twists of fate. He was scheduled to perform a comeback tour next month in Britain which was touted to be the greatest comeback tour ever..! The fact that fate robbed him of his last opportunity of regaining his lost glory makes his demise even more painful.

                      I know it sounds selfish but I wish that MJ would have lived long enough to enthrall his fans one last time..! He certainly didn’t deserve to die in this ignominy and loneliness. For an MJ fan, his untimely death, just before his farewell concert is devastating. Words seem to elude me and I am groping for expressions that would describe my anguish for this loss. Life has been so unfair to him. And for all the horror that he had to endure courtesy the media and the relentless paparazzi, MJ deserves more than a post from an obscure blogger.

            For me, It would take some time for me to come into terms with the fact that the King is no more and that he would not slide his shoes across the floor.. ever..!

 

 

                           And now, as I relay this news to Mum at 6.00 AM, She is equally shocked..! She was an ardent MJ fan as well...

From the Penseive ...

This is an Excerpt from  my Diary:

September 16th 2008

‘Was in the cab this morning. Me and Nasim were discussing the mediocrities of the day, cribbing about work, the management, love, life etc. The driver asked if we’d like to listen to some music. I nodded.

He had a pretty decent collection. We stopped cribbing and were listening to the music. Music does that to you. Browsing through his collection, I suddenly heard ‘Billie Jean’ . I asked Nasim to stop flipping through the songs and let the single play.

            This was MJ’s best single ever. I loved the song as a kid and as a young boy. Those days of idolising Michael Jackson flashed before my eyes. I remember listening and loving every MJ track.  I listened to Remember the time, Blood on the dance floor, The way you make me feel. There was a thin, nostalgic smile on my face.        

I wanted to listen to ‘Who is it?’ and ‘Smooth Criminal’ and was browsing furiously when the driver interrupted and said, “Sir , let the next one play. It’s ‘Black or White’ I love that song.” Immediately,  MJ’s trademark music filled the atmosphere. I was enjoying the music thoroughly.

I was home.’