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Do we get so star struck, that we often let go off our star, lightly for heinous crimes, like David Bowie, who was a sex offender?
Like the thousands of fans that were left speechless at the news, I too was unoriginally heart-stricken. At the age of 69, David Bowie was leaving behind a mark in history that could never be erased: his lyrics had helped many including me find, and accept themselves; to ‘turn and face the strange’, as he poetically put it.
It was only a few hours after his death did I come to know that the legacy he was leaving behind was tainted: with the stains of statutory rape, and sex with underage parties.
I doubt I would be able to do justice to how much this impacted me. This was a man I had worshiped since I discovered one of his albums, and the amount of respect and sheer adoration I had for him only grew. He was so much more than a music artist; he was a revolutionary idol, he was a change maker. He was a source of comfort.
The Starman, who had publicly come out and embraced his bisexuality when it was bizarre, had rape accusations against his name. The same man who dated a transgender proudly at a time when transphobia was at his peak.
The same wildly different, unique and bold man, whose words, had always felt like they were being spoken to me.
What was even more unsettling, perhaps, was the reaction of the public towards such significant accusations. Some chose to find bliss in their ignorance, and merely steered themselves away from it. They were content in remembering him for who he was to them, and so went on, unperturbed. This did not feel right to me. Imagine the plight of the survivors of this issue everywhere. Here was a man who had committed a crime that they had been a victim of, and not only was society wholeheartedly welcoming him, they were idolizing him. Worshiping him. What was the point of their struggle?
Others, however, immediately jumped bandwagon. Suddenly, Bowie was a misogynist, a shame to mankind everywhere. This single action of his seemed to erase everything else that had preceded and followed. That did not feel right, either.
If he had been as disgusting a man as you suddenly label him to be, how had his career thrived? How come the issue was being publicly spoken of only after his death?
In the case of celebrities, of people we look up to, it would be naive to think we are unbiased. Such accusations are ignored, and they resurface posthumously. It’s entirely pointless, and sadly, it’s a cycle. We previously observed it with Michael Jackson, and now, it was Bowie’s turn.
Where does this leave the fans, though? Where does it leave people like me? Our conscience doesn’t let us look past his actions; our hearts won’t let us forget his art.
David Bowie was a visionary in more ways than one, and he deserves to remembered so. That doesn’t mean we get to erase his actions altogether, however.
His death was what started and stirred such important questions, but that shouldn’t have been the case. Rather than doing a post-mortem on the characters of people after they’ve passed away, perhaps, we should just get bolder and refuse to excuse celebrities of their actions when they’re still alive: when they can own up to it, and when they can redeem themselves for it.
This has been a bit of an awakening for me. All these days, I’ve had the option of looking at Bowie from the light I’m looking at today. It might be too late for me to do that with him now, but it isn’t too late for the others.
Perhaps,what I need to do is ‘turn and face the strange’, even.
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Neena was the sole caregiver of Amma and though one would think that Amma was dependent on her, Neena felt otherwise.
Neena inhaled the aroma that emanated from the pan and took a deep breath. The aroma of cumin interspersed with butter transported her back to the modest kitchen in her native village. She could picture her father standing in the kitchen wearing his white crisp kurta as he made delectable concoctions for his only daughter.
Neena grew up in a home where both her parents worked together in tandem to keep the house up and running. She had a blissful childhood in her modest two-room house. The house was small but every nook and cranny gave her memories of a lifetime. Neena’s young heart imagined that her life would follow the same cheerful course. But how wrong she was!
When she was sixteen, the catastrophic clutches of destiny snatched away her parents. They passed away in a road accident and Neena was devastated. Relatives thronged her now gloomy house and soon it was decided that she should be married off.
Women today don’t want to be in a partnership that complicates their lives further. They need an equal partner with whom they can figure out life as a team, playing by each other’s strengths.
We all are familiar with that one annoying aunty who is more interested in our marital status than in the dessert counter at a wedding. But these aunties have somehow become obsolete now. Now they are replaced by men we have in our lives. Friends, family, and even work colleagues. It’s the men who are worried about why we are not saying yes to one among their clans. What is wrong with us? Aren’t we scared of dying alone? Like them?
A recent interaction with a guy friend of mine turned sour when he lectured me about how I would regret not getting married at the right time. He lectured that every event in our lives needs to be completed within a certain timeframe set by society else we are doomed. I wasn’t angry. I was just disappointed to realize that annoying aunties are rapidly doubling in our society. And they don’t just appear at weddings or family functions anymore. They are everywhere. They are the real pandemic.
Let’s examine this a little closer.
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