I woke up to the news that Michaeal Jackson was no more, apparently having died of a cardiac arrest at the age of fifty.Am feeling a strange mix of emotions-sadness for a life so troubled, particularly in recent times.Yet another part of me thinks that it's probably for the best.
For who knows what demons plagued him from the inside? When he went inside his 'oxygen chamber' or whatever the latest new toy (after Neverland was.) I recall seeing a clip of him entering and sitting inside his Oxygen chamber and announcing to the world that he would now live upto 150...
A true performer, the likes of will remain unmatched for a long, long time.If ever. The boy genius who grew up to be a man genius, 'Billie Jean' from Thriller being a number that plays in all radio stations worldwide till this day, and who can ever forget the famous 'Moon walk'?
Yet as I see the tributes pouring in from people all over the world, including the famous showbiz celebrities now claiming to be his 'friends', I cant help but wonder.
Where were all these when he really, really needed them?
Hi Sunaina, I agree with you. I believe that MJ's demise brings an end to his self-created miseries. His death also ensures that his enigma lives on. It is also a blessing that he expired before the commencement of his world tour; he remains in the memory of his fans as what he once was and not what he had become over time. His untimely death makes him a legend in people's memory for posterity, as against what a "fading into old age" kind of end would have ensured.
ReplyDeleteI am back and would be blogging regularly. Missed ya! Mudita