A courier guy who glanced past me into my house wanted to know if her body had been brought back. Without even asking who "her" was I replied with that slight clenching of my stomach muscles that she would be probably brought back in the afternoon (which because of sudden findings has now got delayed further more).
I have been strangely affected by Sridevi's untimely death. Since hearing about it yesterday there has been a sick feeling in my stomach. There have been very few deaths of celebrities that has disturbed me this way. When S had informed me about it early Sunday morning, I just didn't accept it. He had received a forward and I discouraged him from doing so himself without verifying the source. The news of course was all over the internet and on TV we soon learnt. Questions were buzzing about in my head. How could she die in her early 50s? How could she go when this talented actor with such an expressive face still have so much to offer the film industry? How could she die when her beloved girls were still in their teens? What will happen to them now? How could this health freak, svelte diva die?
Those were my baser thoughts brought on by the shock of her death of course. I didn't know anything about her save what I saw of her on the silver screen and of her public appearances, but whatever little I have read has always confirmed her love for her daughters and family. Having acted since an early age of four, she probably enjoyed her time off from the silver screen, choosing instead to look after her family. Very recently while having an hair cut, I came across an interview of hers in one of the magazines there. In that she had confessed to shopping for fish in Mumbai as she wanted to be sure of its quality before it was cooked for her daughters. That little tidbit about her regular life in her own words somewhat surprised me. She mostly came across as an enigma, speaking so less in public and when she did speak one lapped it up like cream.
I have scoffed people who have openly wept at other high profile celebrities' demise. Today I was guilty of doing just that. A mature person would ask What is it to do with you? Why are you so upset? This is a question I would ask any of the millions who might be shedding tears and standing vigil outside her house waiting for her body to come. But just then, on that early Sunday morning I felt glum and morose.
Sridevi's death would come as a surprise to many because it was a cardiac arrest, which right now as I am trying to post this is now confirmed as accidental drowning. When you lose your life through an accident or a misfortune it is easier to accept that death was not in your hands, but it is difficult to digest when someone hale and hearty simply pops off just like that. This news somewhat reminded me of actors overdosing on drugs and stuff and taking their own lives sometimes. She, however, did not come across as that kind of person. So this mystery over her death will be followed by many, though I do hope it does not bring out any ugly stories cooked up by people wanting their moment in the limelight. Only time will tell.
How misleading it is to think that we can control the way we die when there are greater things at play. Death is unexpected and is never in our hands. We are merely puppets being pulled by our fate and have no control over what happens in the next moment of our lives. All the wealth and health that we have acquired in our lives will not be a guarantee for our place in this world. Death, as someone said, is real.
I have no problems with that. I am grounded enough to understand that I might have to leave this world any time. I am ready for that. Sometimes, even wonder how it will be, the afterlife. But what really makes it difficult is what we leave behind. A grief stricken, and sometimes god-forbid, a dependent family (if it is an untimely demise). My heart palpitates just thinking of how the ones we leave behind will face life if not properly trained or are not ready. It is those whom we leave behind who make accepting death so difficult. And that again is so silly, because if we are true to ourselves we understand that no one is really that indispensable and life will go on and that the people whom we leave behind have their own destiny and that they will go through life as how it was decreed.
But no matter how prosaic I could be about it, my heart does go out to Sridevi's daughters and her husband all of whom have been so vocal about their love for each other. Post her acting days as she settled into marital life, Sridevi has been known to give her all to her family. And that is the Sridevi I seem to admire and miss. That she is so beautifully turned out on the hands of the man she affectionately calls 'Bonneyji' and her children, inspires one to be a wife and mother like her. She played her role as an actress, a wife and a mother with aplomb and not so with less practice. Hats off to a superb, great actor and mother.
May her soul rest in peace.
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| Beautiful Sridevi. Pic courtesy: Santabanta |
I have been strangely affected by Sridevi's untimely death. Since hearing about it yesterday there has been a sick feeling in my stomach. There have been very few deaths of celebrities that has disturbed me this way. When S had informed me about it early Sunday morning, I just didn't accept it. He had received a forward and I discouraged him from doing so himself without verifying the source. The news of course was all over the internet and on TV we soon learnt. Questions were buzzing about in my head. How could she die in her early 50s? How could she go when this talented actor with such an expressive face still have so much to offer the film industry? How could she die when her beloved girls were still in their teens? What will happen to them now? How could this health freak, svelte diva die?
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| Pic courtesy: Indiawest |
Those were my baser thoughts brought on by the shock of her death of course. I didn't know anything about her save what I saw of her on the silver screen and of her public appearances, but whatever little I have read has always confirmed her love for her daughters and family. Having acted since an early age of four, she probably enjoyed her time off from the silver screen, choosing instead to look after her family. Very recently while having an hair cut, I came across an interview of hers in one of the magazines there. In that she had confessed to shopping for fish in Mumbai as she wanted to be sure of its quality before it was cooked for her daughters. That little tidbit about her regular life in her own words somewhat surprised me. She mostly came across as an enigma, speaking so less in public and when she did speak one lapped it up like cream.
I have scoffed people who have openly wept at other high profile celebrities' demise. Today I was guilty of doing just that. A mature person would ask What is it to do with you? Why are you so upset? This is a question I would ask any of the millions who might be shedding tears and standing vigil outside her house waiting for her body to come. But just then, on that early Sunday morning I felt glum and morose.
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| Sridevi with her daughter Jhanvi. Pic courtesy:Santabanta |
Sridevi's death would come as a surprise to many because it was a cardiac arrest, which right now as I am trying to post this is now confirmed as accidental drowning. When you lose your life through an accident or a misfortune it is easier to accept that death was not in your hands, but it is difficult to digest when someone hale and hearty simply pops off just like that. This news somewhat reminded me of actors overdosing on drugs and stuff and taking their own lives sometimes. She, however, did not come across as that kind of person. So this mystery over her death will be followed by many, though I do hope it does not bring out any ugly stories cooked up by people wanting their moment in the limelight. Only time will tell.
How misleading it is to think that we can control the way we die when there are greater things at play. Death is unexpected and is never in our hands. We are merely puppets being pulled by our fate and have no control over what happens in the next moment of our lives. All the wealth and health that we have acquired in our lives will not be a guarantee for our place in this world. Death, as someone said, is real.
I have no problems with that. I am grounded enough to understand that I might have to leave this world any time. I am ready for that. Sometimes, even wonder how it will be, the afterlife. But what really makes it difficult is what we leave behind. A grief stricken, and sometimes god-forbid, a dependent family (if it is an untimely demise). My heart palpitates just thinking of how the ones we leave behind will face life if not properly trained or are not ready. It is those whom we leave behind who make accepting death so difficult. And that again is so silly, because if we are true to ourselves we understand that no one is really that indispensable and life will go on and that the people whom we leave behind have their own destiny and that they will go through life as how it was decreed.
But no matter how prosaic I could be about it, my heart does go out to Sridevi's daughters and her husband all of whom have been so vocal about their love for each other. Post her acting days as she settled into marital life, Sridevi has been known to give her all to her family. And that is the Sridevi I seem to admire and miss. That she is so beautifully turned out on the hands of the man she affectionately calls 'Bonneyji' and her children, inspires one to be a wife and mother like her. She played her role as an actress, a wife and a mother with aplomb and not so with less practice. Hats off to a superb, great actor and mother.
May her soul rest in peace.
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@Priyanthi - Ditto sentiments right up to the part before your classmate's insolent comment. Sniff! :-D