A friend who professes to be above base-human desires and hubris (if this was not pride itself!), inadvertently let his slip show yesterday. We were discussing a celebrity and not very flattering at that. My friend told me that he'd met this start once and, with a touchof pride, had a photograph clicked enselmble.
I've met some celebrities also. And tho' I don't live in the shadow of those events, I still wonder - that did they affect me even for a little while thereafter? Did I feel elated by an aura of celebrityhood (the phenomenon of strangers pointing and gaping at you from across the street instead of just ignoring you) experienced second-hand? Did I make more of a casual meeting with a comedian who rarely makes me laugh, a thspian who does, a singer who brays just because the no. of people knowing the guy-girl outratioed those konwing me by a factor of 10000:1?
Another seemingly related point. Since I have started clicking strangers, I find the ratio of people interested in getting fotografed to those indifferent to be huge. Sometimes with an enthusiasm which is difficult to explain since it's very clear that they're never even going to see the foto.
Why do we all have this craving, this need to be noticed?
Mason-Dixon Line
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4 comments:
Well, good observation!
Anyway, you can feel warm cos you have been granted celebrity status on my latest blog :-)
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When I read your entry, I couldn't help laugh... Not at your writing, of course, but at the absolute relevance to everything.
I'd have placed myself squarely in the "attention seeker" camp before I arrived here. Now that I'm getting photographed and called out at constantly (I mean, I stick out. It's understandable), I can't wait to become invisible again. This, from the drama major who loved(loves?) being recognized.
Life's funny sometimes, I suppose.
Try clicking a honey bee on a flower...
Try clicking a nomad on the streets...
Try clicking a dew drop on a foggy morn..
Try clicking the smile of a new born..
Try clicking the surprise on a child's face...
Try clicking the trees trying to reach out for each other on the road-side...
Try clicking a beggar on the temple steps.
They will never crave to be noticed....
The last post sounded a bit corny... but is not. I kinda liked it :)
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