Admiration is the furthest thing from understanding.Last few days have been the days of realisation for me. I saw many glass palaces collapse. First one was like this - A message came through orkut, with a video clip attached. The video clip showed Malayalam actor mammootty hitting a fan while he was trying to touch him. This guy who was following mammootty for some time, touched on his shoulder twice and third time, as per the clip, mammootty hit him on his hand. This was published in all the news papers and thousands of people commented on it, all of them showing their anger at mammootty. Many of them were claiming that they were mammootty fans, and won’t be anymore. I could clearly see from their messages that the glass palaces of admiration for mammootty in their hearts had crumbled. There were loyal mammootty fans trying to justify him giving lot of excuses for his action. But nothing did help to change their minds.
Same way, yesterday, the Indian cricket team players, the millionaire players of Indian team pathetically collapsed in front of the young south African bowlers. The great players scored runs (first innings) which resemble the pincode of ahmedabad. 5,3,0,2,4,3 etc. The first innings only took less than 2 hours to finish. I could see tears in many eyes of the fans (including mine !) of the Indian team. The glass palace of admiration in their minds collapsed and buried their hopes.
I liked a writer, who had wonderful imagination and talent topped up with good language. I admired this writer for these reasons, and I read each line this person wrote with so much interest. I can even recite few poems this person wrote - by heart. It was by accident I happened to hear this person using absolute foul language. I was shocked first, and then gradually sank in to a pool of mixed feelings. It was a bitter, but very necessary realisation of the fact that all yellow and shiny aren’t gold. There can be a lot of excuses , but nothing in the world is going to give back the dignity this writer had in my mind.
So this way, there were only shattered glass palaces all around me last week. Now I am trying to be careful not to get hurt more with those sharp glass pieces.
My dear friends, don’t build any more glass palaces for anyone. Because, they always (easily) crumble, and then poke you, bleed you.
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