Ordinariness and the King of Pop

If we had the requisite amount of fluidity, we would all be flowing on earth, in the easy, liquid motion manner of MJ. We might have been moonwalking, high on some moonshine.

But then we are all rooted to earth by the inexplicable force called ordinariness. Like gravity, it pulls us all down. While we should be soaring or floating on other worlds, thin and lighter than the very air, faster than the very light, freer than the very gods, we are bolted to the ugly reality of our existence. We wake up and go to sleep in the same mind numbing sameness of fashion, in the life sucking predictability of routine. And we degenerate into the indistinguishable, unremarkable, primeval goo called 'the ordinary.'

In any given situation there are the actors, the observers, the props, the principals and the peripherals. In any given situation we have a choice to be any or many of the above. What do we choose?

I am unabashed. I choose to be an observer most of the times. What is the purpose? Can one with a predilection to be an observer be an actor? Or vice versa?

The writer, the imaginator, the creator, the artist is an eternal loser. Their purpose is served in description, in imagination and in art, all a reflection of the world, the actors and the situations they witness.

In a randomised list of some2000 odd songs, of all songs, I get to listen to MJ's song 'Will you be there' first. Considering that I was particularly remembering the genius of dancing, song writing and music making in general, the coincidence is not entirely lost on the author. MJ is there no more. But the genius lives on. He was a defiance of ordinariness that unfortunately descended into weirdness. But the genius will live on.

'In our darkest hour
In my deepest despair
Will you still care
Will you be there
In my trials
And my tribulations

Through our doubts
And frustrations
In my violence
In my turbulence
Through my fear
And my confessions
In my anguish and my pain
Through my joy and my sorrow
In the promise
Of another tomorrow
I'll never let you part
For you're always in my heart.' -Lyrics, Will you be there, Michael Jackson (1993)