There is an old saying which I cannot recollect right now but if paraphrased goes something like this ” You do not realize what you have until you have lost it”. And quite honestly humans never realize the value of the things they have until they are about to lose it or have already lost it. The most common thing that we take for granted are our relationships with people.
A good example would be the rise and fall of Michael “The King of Pop” Jackson. Every one of us (Well, most of us 
) had a ratty old stereo that belted out his hits to which we attempted the moonwalk, we commended him for doing his part for the environment and other social causes & poked fun at his bling fetish. Media cashed on his philanthropy and simultaneously cribbed about his spending nature. The true chaos began when he was charged for getting all funky with minors and exposing them to booze. Now the truth is known only by Michael and the victims (who earned plenty of fame and fortune) but the result was devastating for he was left without money, reputation and his beloved ranch, the media had a gala time bashing him around which reduced his popularity even further. His crazy lifestyle got him into trouble again and again (Baby dangling, burqa styled kids, plastic surgery etc). Every one could tell how his lifestyle was slowly rotting his very existence, we all saw how sickly he started looking and the skyscraper high debts he was facing. His every action got him scornful looks and no help, the man was fighting a losing battle. Then at the age of 50, the retirement age Wacko Jacko was “obligated” to do 50 concerts that would ultimately clear his debts. (Un)Fortunately that never happened!!
“R.I.P The King!!” “You will never be forgotten!!”, “The End of a Legend” screamed the headlines and random other social networking sites. I did not have any fuzzy feelings for these “mourners” for their “love” is far more cheaper than my favorite pair of socks. Out of the billions that infest this planet only a billion (hopefully) truly enjoyed and cherished Jackson. The crocodile tears shed by the ignorant morons reminds me of a saying in Kannada “goompinali govinda” (In a group that is involved in an activity say singing, there is always one retard who is simply mouthing the words or singing something totally wrong). Goomp meaning group and govinda being the village idiot… So in our huge goomp we always have a bunch of govindas dancing with their left feet, singing the wrong song or in this case being in the wrong situation all together. If only we were allowed to sue those millions of news/entertainment channels that are currently “mourning”, “remembering” or *shudders* paying their tributes.
Now that the person is dead, buried and is being mourned, you will see little mushrooms of filth pop out of nowhere…. These are the dead dude’s BEST FRIENDS!!! (OMFG Where were you guys before he died?). They annoy me because before the person died they had no personal interest in the d.d’s (dead dude) life but then suddenly they will take their toy drums and beat in every street they pass by about how d.d was their best friend and then start blaming every other person for the death. They actually have no clue about how the person was but swear to know his/her every secret. I will not speak much on this as it would set me on a tirade against a lot of people 
I adored Michael Jackson from the start to the end but like many grew out of my “Billie Jean” phase. Now that he has moved on from this life to the next one, i hope he is not too famous and instead gets a much more peaceful life. Hope the milking and blame fest stops soon as it is unnecessary and pointless. You do not kill a man and then expect to be forgiven.
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