“Blessed is he whose fame does not outshine his truth.” – Rabindranath Tagore, Bengali polymath and poet
Like history’s icons, today’s rising starlets rush the limelight, shoving, sacrificing and scratching to bask in the pedasteled, gilded glow. If only for the clichéd 15 minutes, they still choose golden-calf glitterati over admired greatness in anonymity. And like starving plants, unyieldingly bent towards the sparkle, they contort themselves into heinous weeds. Drinking themselves drunk, they kill their flowering inner beauty and poison their roots with vanity, greed and conceit. Ironically, the hotel heiress and reality show wannabe might not be so different from the new executive, neighborhood hotshot, self-crowned gym Adonis or mid-lifer avec arm-candy! For behind the inflated ego and pompous presence lurks the withering truth of who they really are and who they wish they were. When fame facades one’s genuine identity, failure and fear-filled days aren’t far behind. Folks, regardless of the stage or summoning, lies beget banishment, but truth begets blessings. So choose wisely, when you take a bow.