Opinion

MIDWAY : Reel or real?

MIDWAY : Reel or real?

By Sneh Acharya

It can be anyone’s wildest fantasies to have a multi-million dollar mansion, a dozen of cars lined up at their doorstep, going out on a shopping spree without having to look up at the price tag and above all looking like a million dollars. But give it a second thought.

Imagine walking down the red carpet while shutterbugs capture all your moves. Picture yourself making headlines for every trifling thing you would hate to publicly reveal. And to add on that, visualise yourself being scrutinised by millions of people around the globe while you’re sneezing or scratching your head or when you’ve gained a pound or so! Won’t it drive you nuts?

Scoops and scandals, affairs and tantrums, marriages and divorces, they have it all under one complete parcel. They’re just human beings, but what’s amazing is the craze and the fan following that revel in every bit of information that they can collect about their idols. Whether it’s about Britney Spears’ tough battle for the custody of her kids or her life alternating between drugs, rehabs and controversies, or it’s about Hollywood’s most sought after actor, Heath Ledger, who committed suicide, they all go through the thick and thin that ordinary people do. Few other celebrities like Owen Wilson, who apparently attempted suicide, and Lindsay Lohan again battling against drug addiction, makes me believe that the life they lead is not as perfect as it might seem.

It’s easy for us to judge these people for what they do but not for what they actually are. Very few of us actually remember Britney Spears as a billboard topping singer, who lately is referred to as the mother who held her child hostage in her house.

What the world needs to understand is that they have led a life that is no different from the lives that ordinary people. And there’s no point publishing every detail of their everyday lives to pander to public desires.

These celebrities are famous, they make us want to be like them, the world craves for them and I do too. We have to realise that they’re after all very normal but it’s people like us that make them otherwise. But I still can’t help myself picking up a tabloid or flicking channels to watch them scratching their heads on the red carpet.