Big B blogs....wonder why, but the bigger wonder is that I was curious enough to check it out, maybe out of sympathy for a fellow blogger, or maybe out of nothing else to do. though it might say something about my life situation right now, lets not digress.
So the man writes...now there are millions of people who hang on to his every word, for whom he is everything that signifies super stardom. One would expect a certain amount of restraint, or a certain amount of dignity, or even diplomacy. But no, he responds to vitriolic pieces, with more acid than can be generated in the ankleshwar factories.
Now here is a man, who wields enough power to make atleast 40% of the indian population save water, car pool , and recycle. But he chooses to respond as to why Aishwarya's dress was crumpled at Cannes, a response to a comment made by a certain "I- lost - that -flair -for -writing" De. Or doesnt he know that noone reads her articles any more? Makes me wonder why people become so insecure, the more they achieve. Is it a certain sense of fatality associated with giddy heights of success, is it fear of losing adulation, power, or more morbidly, life?
Or does the use of power one yields, for tackling real issues, make one feel weak and used? Or is it just disinterest for things other than self gratification? Hmm, maybe mr Amar Singh might be able to shed some borrowed light...