Stardust
Every time when I got to watch a horror movie I used think "who’re these people? Why they aren’t leaving this place even after realizing it has been haunted? Why the hell anybody would go inside that room? For god sake he should be running by now, but why the fuck he’s standing instead?" I’m pretty sure we all have stumbled across this impulsive questions.
With lot of vile events happening around, the year 2020 we’re living in is no different from a horror movie. I can’t say about all, but I’m sure it makes sense for most of the lives. Specifically, for me it has been like walking in a dark abandoned street and residing in a hill top evil haunted house. I think, now I know why these people in horror movies were acting crazy.
Deadly contagious virus, ascending death toll across the globe, lock downs, people loosing their jobs, beloved celebrities death, mini war against China across the border.Out of all this plights, all I’m able to think about is Shushanth Singh rajput’s unpleasant death.
Neither a Bollywood fan nor his. But why still I can’t stomach the fact he is dead? When I tried to figure it out, Unknowingly I realized I was connected to him. MS DHONI was the first movie ever I went together with my girlfriend. I used to follow his workout and diet chart. Once I bought a book he suggested to read, which I still have. Indistinctly, he had touched my life in many other ways if I peek into it. And yeah, this is the reason why I can’t come to the terms with reality that he’s dead.
Unlike his many contemporaries in Bollywood, he was unique. Predominantly, by his knowledge on science and quantum physics. Trust me, this guy was too much of Richard Feynman. I can recall a story of NRI, who had accidentally come across shushanth in Paris. She happened to converse with him in airport without awareness of who he was, but, by the end of their conversation she thought he was physicist studying in France. I absolutely believe her because I’ve seen him explaining physics theories in a most mesmerizing ways.
It doesn’t end just with science. He was a scholar of art, culture, music and breakthrough technologies. This handsome polymath’s Instagram was filled out with science and poems. Oftentimes I’ve seen him schooling his fans and followers on instagram. lot of youths had stunned by his great intellect in numerous social ways.
Yet, What snatch my calm and peace is knowing people who can’t differentiate between President and prime minister dismantled his career and contentment. We all know how hard combat it is, for a middle class boy to achieve in movies. With zero background and no god fathers, he slogged like a labour and scaled up in time. Despite this, still I don’t understand why Bollywood wasn’t fair with him. Yeah, he didn’t play dirt like salman khan. Yeah, he didn’t indulge in mud slinging like kangana.Yeah, he wasn’t hyperactive and always excited like ranveer singh. But still, he was extraordinary in his own way. Perhaps he didn’t belong to that place I assume. You know they say a cow can’t survive for long in a crocodile camp. From all the film podcasts I’ve been listening, I knew certain black things of Bollywood people and what extend they would go to topple their counterparts. Most likely, this is the reason why anuragh kashyap and soorjith like filmmakers chooses to isolate from Bollywood to optimise their work.
But, shushanth had life beyond films. He didn’t cared for money or fame and he had proved it multiple times. I’ve read from newspaper that he had donated crores of rupees for Nagaland and kerela flood victims, which he didn’t bothered to post it online. Imagine, he comes from a country where prime minister himself carry five to six cameramen everywhere as personal staff to capture his botched work, where as this guy refused to post his contributions on internet even after spending his crores of hard earned money. Obviously, he didn’t cared for social media attention. He knew the importance of research in India and funded many science projects which was beyond our comprehension. Yeah, things one would do for love.
Doesn’t It smite oneself when you think how come a man full of life could possibly succumb for depression? May be he had gone through something really bad, may be he was badly discriminated by bollywood peddlers, may be he was too good for bollywood, may be he couldn’t find any place that gave him sense of belonging. Whatever the answer is, shushanth has now long gone from the scene.
He will always be remembered for a boy who could reach for the stars, boy who had one of the rarest smile on the earth, boy who celebrated every goodness of this planet. Honestly I don’t believe In horror stories. But, just in case if you happened to be ghost and reading this from parallel world, I just want you to know I’m writing this letter because I miss you and I’m writing this letter because you’re worth it.
