Oh Salman

Oh, Salman! Initially, I did not want to comment on the topic as so much has been written about it ad nauseum that it has become like a cesspool full of mud, so when you venture to come out, this way or that way, your clothes are going to get spoiled in the end. Anybody in his position with means and money would have used the loopholes in the system to the hilt including you and me so there is no point in crying for those who don't have the means. I find it extremely difficult, to procure even a single bottle of blood for the neediest one because it costs a hell lot of money, but when an assassinated national leader and celebrated film star required blood transfusions, blood bottles were procured in dozens in no time. That's the reality for you and you have to accept it. No, I don't have any soft corner for this rich and utterly spoilt brat full with arrogance and attitude [ other was Sanjay Dutt ] but so much is written against him that it seems like trial by proxy.

Birds of the same feather flock together so Film fraternity thronging to show its solidarity with him in his times of [?] crisis is understandable, [ Surprisingly same camaraderie was conspicuously in short supply when Shiney Ahuja was under the scanner for, though punishable but much less severe crime of sexcapades, as against culpable homicide and in the other case, crime amounting practically to? sedition, or when same Bhai vowed to finish the carrier of Vivek Oberai for practically no offence of his.] but what's beyond any white collared so-called rational, bothered about the plunging values of society, intellectual is the support he is garnering from the die-hard, low brow single-screen moviegoer. Salman does not give him a dime but on the contrary, this man on the street throws a chunk of whatever little he earns to exist, to have just a glimpse of this two penny star who has delivered mediocre performance film after film. Even though fully aware of the fact that the one who came under his car and died unceremoniously was one of them!

In any philosophy of love it has been harped again and again from times immortal that if you love somebody from the bottom of your heart, you have to accept him/her the way he/she is, with all warts, with all the virtues and vices. Many relationships have failed or failing on this solid [ not slippery] fundamental grounds but it seems that it's not applicable to this fan of Salman, whatever. Definitely intriguing but explainable nonetheless. I don't like Salman as a movie actor or as a person but it seems that he has struck a chord in the man on the street somewhere deep inside. 

Is it not the acme of love, most undemanding!