Michael Jackson’s brand of pop knew no borders and needed no translation linking listeners around the world through his classic rhythm, beat and dance.
Across the world, people reacted in stunned disbelief Thursday as word spread that Michael Jackson had collapsed and died. As word spread that Jackson had been pronounced dead, several people burst into tears. Others simply stood in disbelief. Still others whipped out cell phones and began calling or texting friends.
His trials and tribulations for the most part were overlooked; most people came seeking a connection with an icon or simply celebrated, sung and played his music while others barely familiar with his work recorded the occasionally tumultuous scene with cell phone cameras.
Here is how ART – his very own music, dance, rhythm and beat, did salute the legion.
Los Angeles the morning of 25th June 2009
When death reached Michael he was reeling with pain……
“MY dear..come…..get up…..their lies our final destination” said Death as she continued to caress Michael.
“Mother!” exclaimed Michael, “I cannot accompany you now as I have promised a compelling show to the world and the show is slated in a month. I have dedicated my heart and soul to the show ……..For heaven’s sake leave me for few more days please….” Michael continued to plead as tears rolled down his cheeks.
“O Dear ! I wish could help you for duty has cuffed my hands ……..you need to come along………..come……get up”
With a heavy heart Michael accompanied death to heaven……….. ART, which stood there overhearing the conversation, decided to go with Michael as she mourned his treasured son.
AS THEY REACHED HEAVEN……..
Tears filled the eyes of Mother Art as she parted her dear son,
“Son……..my heart mourns as I part with you but before I go back to the world I wonder how….how at all can you make such a big mistake ? How can my son, a master of balance, do this?
“You paid all attention to maintain balance between Art and its soul” continued Mother Art, “but how can you miss on maintaining a balance between your body and Art”
Michael was agape “my body…my own self……….what does ‘Body’ mean? And what is it that you mean Mother?”
There stood art……………frozen with what she had just heard. She had realized where she had gone wrong…………..she stood their silently holding her ear in apology and grief.
By now death had realized her mistake. Death could not but repent her act and she too held her ear and stood in apology.
The repentance of his mothers’ moved Michael to the core………..having seen them like this, the music legion held his ear too as if, he sought apology not only from death and art but from the entire world…………………….
Such was the dedication of the Peter Pan of Pop towards ART and to the world…………….
WE LOVE U MICHAEL AND WILL KEEP ON MISSING YOU TILL INFINITY !!!!!
BY:Shilpi Agarwal (with inputs from Paras Dasot, an eminent Indian Artist.)
Email: shilpi@indianartideas.com
Note: The author is an art curator, an avid art collector and also the Creative Head at IndianArtIdeas.com, a premier interactive art portal.
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