I just switched on the computer on Friday morning and Delhi blogger Priyanka declared on chat the depressing news: “MJ is no more.” What? Which MJ? I screamed. “King of Pop,” she replied.
I closed my eyes for a minute. The immediate reaction in my heart was one of anger and sadness. Only recently I had read in papers that the star was annoyed with agents who booked 50 live concerts for him at London's O2 Arena. He actually agreed to do only 10 gigs. "I'm not a big eater - I need to put some weight on," he complained. Why did they pile up so much pressure on him? Why? Bring back our star now, you bums..
It is well known that MJ had gone through tough times. In a documentary by British journalist Martin Bashir, Jackson said his father often brandished a belt during rehearsals and hit his sons or shoved them into walls if they made a misstep.
At 11, you sang, “I want you back,” MJ. We, your ardent fans, want to sing the same song. But we understand reality. Stars like you never fade away, MJ. You shine for ever. Your voice will continue to echo around the world.
The media is full of news about the star. The world is stunned. I cannot add anything new. But let my one tear join the sea of tears being shed all around for the king.