I wake up in the morning. No, I am not care free. I do have to go to work. I look at the time as shown in my mobile phone. After a few minutes of lazying around, I finally get up. I silently sit in my bed and think about all the things that I am suppose to get done today. I have to go to the bank to deposit my salary cheque. I need to go to the citizen center to pay my bills. Once done, I would go to my office and quietly do my work. Sometimes, I wonder why I cannot have private secretaries to do these jobs for me. But my routine does not allow me to wonder too much and I go about my life as usual.
As I prepare to go out of my house, I see this really famous man. He emerges from his car. There is a moment's peace but at least one common man recognizes him to be someone really famous. Could it be really him? A few moments of thinking and the doubts get dispelled as other members of the crowd start resonating with the thought of the first. Soon, there is a large crowd moving towards the man from the car struggling to get a good look at him. Suddenly, 2 more men alight, looking rather alarmed. Immediately they keep themselves in between the crowd and the man. A struggle ensues. I wonder, how easy it is for me to get out of the car and walk across the street into a building. But here is a man who has struggled and got what others can only dream of - unlimited fame. And he cannot even cross street without breaking a sweat. I smile to myself and go about my work.
As I reach the bank, I cannot help but peeping into a newspaper being read by another man. There is a an article with a very interesting headline - "Man Arrested for Stalking Actress". This was turning out to be a very interesting day indeed. The fact that a man could not cross the road without physical assistance from some people despite being in the pink of his health had already made me question the deepest of my desires to be someone famous, a celebrity! And now, I have eyes fixated on this headline which makes me wonder how that actress would have felt knowing that there was someone following her and watching her wherever she went! Goodness, what would I do if I was in her place? I'd spend nights without sleep. I'd spend half my time looking around and seeing if I could spot any suspicious character and also get alarmed each time the door bell or the phone rang.
With these thoughts in my mind, I stood in the line waiting for my turn. And I could not help but overhear the two people in front of me speaking to each other. The conversation was about how a certain actor had called off her marriage with another actor. They immediately pointed out an example of a sportsperson who had been spotted going to the movies and restaurants with a certain business man's daughter. And I again wondered, "How would I feel if someone I did not know was interested in my marriage and other important decisions that can be without doubt described as personal? How would I feel if someone was keeping an eye out for me and the instant I ended up dating a friend from the past two times, become the talk of the town and have pictures published on the page 3 of all tabloids?"
The man who used to see the 'big people' sign autographs and wave to the crowd and get inspired to do something with his life so as to enjoy such experience was slowly being replaced by a man who suddenly realized how peace loving he was indeed. How blessed did I feel that I was not going to wake up one fine morning and find my own photo in the paper alongside an article talking about things completely personal to me? How blessed I did feel when I realized that I could almost walk out and go wherever I wanted without having to plan a secret itinerary! No sooner did I share my revelation with another man, I got another revelation. Not everyone in the world thought the way I was thinking. There would still be people willing to accept all the cons that came with being a celebrity for the pros were too overwhelming.