Michael and Me

Everyone has something or the other to say about him. Good and bad comments keep flowing in. I was a little kid when this man came to India to perform. I was too little to understand the hoopla behind it all.

I personally enjoyed all his songs and was delighted every time they played the video of”THRILLER" on TV (which was rare with all the new artists bombarding us with their "Talent”). I was introduced to his music by my dad who still has a video cassette of The Jackson 5 safely kept in the drawer.

It was just another day in June and I was getting ready for another day at my internship when I read on a Hindi news channel something about the King of Pop. I didn't pay any heed to it and was too worried about missing my bus to notice.

An hour at the workplace and I am greeted with a message from a friend saying” HAPPY CHILDREN'S DAY, KING OF POP RIP". I am shell shocked and frantically text my friend back asking for an explanation, only to get a rude awakening in the form of a confirmation of MJ's death.

Unable to believe my eyes, I log onto my most trusted website Google and see exactly what I was so afraid of. My mind tells me” Yes, HE IS DEAD." My work is a blur, my mind is cluttered and my ears can hear a medley of "Heal the world, Thriller, Bad, Smooth Criminal..." I wanted to cry but tears never came, not then at least.

The days after saw me reading articles after articles on him. TV channels had unending tribute messages and celebrities talking endlessly about Michael "The Phenomenon, The Man, The Legend". Then came his memorial service, it did to me what the news channels couldn’t. It made me realize that even though I didn’t know this man personally there was something about him that made him CONNECT. Connect not only to me but also to so many millions the world over. It also made me feel for his family and most of all, it made me cry. I wept bitterly; there was a sense of void which couldn’t be filled.

I then became obsessed with everything related to him. I had to read every article having his name, every music video that was aired, every MJ special I watched with the enthusiasm and obedience of a 7 yr old, even to the point that I tried my very best on contests by an RJ friend and won one contest. I jumped up and down when I came to know I won, I shook my mom from her sleep. I went berserk.

One evening there was a Top 40 MJ Videos Special on VH1 on account of Micheal's birth anniversary and David Gest was the presenter. I saw all those videos that I knew by heart all over again only to remind myself how ahead of his times Michael Jackson was. I mean look at "EARTH SONG" the video is a reminder to Save Our PLANET and NOW is the time.

I am not going to delve into his personal life because too much has been said already. My heart refuses to believe that a man who had so much love for everyone (parents, friends and his children) would do horrid things to someone else’s kid.
He was a benevolent personality is what I believe. I guess I will never fully know how much he meant to people, most of all his family and kids. I m not even sure if I will ever truly understand how he has impacted me. His songs have been an emotional rollercoaster; they do to me what Indian family dramas fail to. They make me feel. Make me feel every emotion that there is.


MICHAEL JACKSON always makes me want to be a better human being.

Guess Michael that's THE WAY YOU MAKE ME and many others FEEL.

happy 2nd birthday

Just a post on my blog sayin that it is two years old. I promise to write back as soon as exams are over or maybe sooner. ;)

HARBOUR LINE

After a very tiring industrial visit in Lower Parel, Nadi took us (Chappu, Barack and me) to his home. We were at his place at 4 and after a few minutes of watching t.v, we decided against it as there wasn't anything interesting to watch. At chappu's insistence we started playing carrom and i must admit:"I CAN'T PLAY at ALL".After an hour of playing i realised it was time to go home but was worried about the crowd in the train. The boys decided to stay over till dinner and leave at around 10pm.Being a girl i didn't get the privilege to stay back and had to leave immediately because even though the women's 2nd class compartment is not as bad as general during the RUSH HOURS,it isn't any better either.

So Nadi decided to drop me at Sewri station.We hopped into his car while Chappu and Barack waited for him back home. Nadi gave me directions to the station and the platform and as i bought my ticket i watched the empty Belapur bound train go. Panvel being the last stop has more people getting into that train, i had made up my mind to take a train to Vashi or Belapur,definitely not Panvel. I looked at my watch and then looked at the train coming towards me and guess what, Panvel bound it had to be. I took some seconds to decide whether waiting for 10 more minutes was worth it or reaching home early in a crowded train was. I made my choice , i wanted to go home real soon  NO matter what. There i was inside the train( me and my bag).

I stood in the  aisle and then suddenly a woman sitting in front of me pushed a bit and gave me a place to sit. I thanked her and sat though i felt standing is a lot better than having half yr butt outside the seat. Across the aisle was a woman with her very naughty son.She asked me when Govandi would come. I told her its a station after Kurla and there is a lot of time.I don't travel by train generally. I still  trusted what i just blurted not completely though.The very next thing i did was turn back and check the chart of stations stuck above the door. It was in hindi and the font wasn't very clear. A little straining of my eyes did the trick, I read in my mind Sewri, Wadala Road, GTB Nagar, Chunnabhatti, Kurla, Tilak Nagar, Chembur,Govandi.By now we had crossed Wadala Road.(One ,two, three,four,five,six) I looked at her and said "chheh stations ke baad hai Govandi."

At GTB Nagar and Chunnabhatti there were women who just entered the compartment and pointed at you. At this, you are expected to tell them where you are getting off so that these people can sit. Since i am a Mumbai Girl i understand this semi non-verbal form of communication which is very common in all public transport (viz. Buses and Trains) and promptly replied Vashi. I was a mere spectator to their disappointment as i learned they wanted to get off at Mankhurd which is the station before my destination.

KURLA,according to me is one of the most sinister stations ever known. I had a dislike for this place since forever and i hate it even more now (after we [girl pals] got caught in a stampede on the station over brige , i thought i would never survive that day.) This place has mostly fisher folk enter the train and then your nose goes bonkers with all stale fish and rotting vegetables smell mixed with a pint of sweat from their sticky bodies all culminating into a not so nice fragrance of its kind.

 The people getting in here are mostly illiterate and therefore conclude that any one who even is slightly off balance and falls on them by mistake is out there to hurt them. 

Take for instance this: A woman ( the fisher folk kind) with a whole lot of piercings and super stretched earring holes sitting in the train almost dozing off was slightly nudged by another woman.The nudging being purely due to the inertia of her body against the train which just started moving off the platform of Tilak Nagar. 

This is the dialogue that ensued

FF(fisher woman not exactly coz she had no fish) :"Aare,disat nahi kaaa? Dhakka kyon maari?" Itka zorat mala lagla"

FORTUNATELY THE OTHER WAS MAHARASTRIAN TOO 

OW(other woman) : "oordu nako, (dont shout) me tumahala dhaaka det navhoti, mala phakta hey bag varti thevache aahe." 

FF: "mala lagla, aaree baba"

OW:(to other women) "maine unhe jaan pooch ke nahi maara. Unko thoda sa laga, dekho naa kitna suna rahi hai."

AW: (another woman)"Yeh log aise hi hote hai, aap shaant rahiye, aapki galati nahi hai.Inse mat bhidye"

It was funny but not for them.

After all this we realised we reached Chembur and i asked the woman across the aisle to get ready to get off.She confirmed the station again and took her kid and climbed down after paying Rs. 10 for a  pack of fryams for her son.

At Mankhurd there was a really old lady who entered the train and since i got enough place to sit comfortably from Kurla i decided to give her my seat.I promptly offered her my place and went and stood in the centre soon to be pushed by the Orange Vendor woman. She walked with an air which said"My oranges are the best and the sweetest you can find" she did not bargain and said "Lene ka hai toh le lo,nahi toh jao." 

I looked out of the bogey and  all i could see is the water below, i sensed the end of my journey and after crossing the creek the train came to a sudden halt, i realised my destination is still few minutes away and we had to wait till the signal went green. As soon as the train picked up pace two young girls stood near the door and were discussing their daily routine with pride.

I then saw the white Infotech Park Buildings of the railway station and was all smiles.I felt at home because i was finally HOME.I quickly texted Nadi and thanked him for the fun time we had. I truly enjoyed my chuk chuk gaddi ride on harbour line.