Film stars.
How we make the most of them and wish we lived their lives. How the golden age of Hollywood and Bollywood was made of men and women who were infinitely sad and came from broken families...But in that black and white world, made us want their lives and their shadows, their joys and their dances,their ability to do the ballet, the backstep, the foxtrot, and to break out into any song in any place.
And now after many many years, the sheen of the gold has worn off. Only classics can be counted as gold. And the people who act now and sons and daughters of the sons and daughters of the people who made it a golden age. Who came from nowhere, built houses in parts of the city which in the years to come would be the highest rated, most sought after. Simply because they settled there. Not realising the trend their children would follow.
The blue blood they would claim from these people who came out of nowhere and lit up the screen.
Now they are relegated to vignettes on news channels during their birthdays and somewhere in small, smoky rooms, with peeling paint and lumpy cushions...old men and women watch them and celebrate their birthdays. They die and are born again every year...in these rooms, with these people who remember them from their youth.
It was indeed a golden age...they say to no one in particular.
How we make the most of them and wish we lived their lives. How the golden age of Hollywood and Bollywood was made of men and women who were infinitely sad and came from broken families...But in that black and white world, made us want their lives and their shadows, their joys and their dances,their ability to do the ballet, the backstep, the foxtrot, and to break out into any song in any place.
And now after many many years, the sheen of the gold has worn off. Only classics can be counted as gold. And the people who act now and sons and daughters of the sons and daughters of the people who made it a golden age. Who came from nowhere, built houses in parts of the city which in the years to come would be the highest rated, most sought after. Simply because they settled there. Not realising the trend their children would follow.
The blue blood they would claim from these people who came out of nowhere and lit up the screen.
Now they are relegated to vignettes on news channels during their birthdays and somewhere in small, smoky rooms, with peeling paint and lumpy cushions...old men and women watch them and celebrate their birthdays. They die and are born again every year...in these rooms, with these people who remember them from their youth.
It was indeed a golden age...they say to no one in particular.
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