It was a regular Indian morning just 2 hours ago when I finished my meditations and got out of bed. During this journey, I have become a voracious watcher of world news. I have been following the Iran election like it’s a story about my grandmother. Every time I delve deeper, I am more ashamed that we Americans didn’t have the balls to protest to such an extreme when Bush “won” the first election.
Anyway, I ordered my breakfast to be delivered (one stuffed parantha and 2 cups of chai for about 50 cents), and sat down to devour the news. But the moment I saw the screen I jumped up and started screaming, tears already overflowing.
I don’t know why I am so sad. I didn’t know Michael Jackson personally. I only have a few of his songs on my Ipod. But I am shocked. And really sad. And when I went into the hallways to share the news and get some sympathy, nobody really cared.
“Yeah, we heard he died,” the Indians said.
“WHAT!? It’s a tragedy. He was just making a comeback. It’s premature! I had his sparkley glove when I was little!”
No reaction. They think I’m crazy. Am I crazy? Does anyone else feel an emptiness? Or am I just menstruating?
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2 responses to “Mamma say mamma sah ma ma koo sah”
it's really sad here in the states. shocking a better word. although people are celebrating my playing his music – which is amazing! I hadn't listened to an album in years and it's on all the time. plus VH1 has been playing his videos back to back since Thur.
America misses you 'Ren