you could not walk the ramp called life !

another day. another model committed a suicide.  why? why? why? apparently they could not cope up with the pressures life puts them under. hence they preferred to put a final full stop to it. whatever. my point is, does the name fame and money make you so weak??

model named viveka babaji hanged herself yesterday. that's third well known Indian model to have committed a suicide after nafisa joseph and kuljeet randhawa. what goes wrong? you work had to come in the industry. you start modeling from early age.  from early college days preferably. you struggle hard and harder. unending shoots, ramp walks, shows, assignments, fashion coordinators, agents, hotels, parties and socializing. what nex? where does the thing go wrong? 

the movie 'fashion' tried to portray the early rise to the top and then the fall and loneliness of a model. personally, i couldnt understand what exactly went wrong in all their lives. probably the director didnt show, or i couldnt grasp. anyways, thats not the point. the point is that why the hell would somebody turn so lonely, antisocial, and depressed after a hell lot of a fame and money? 

i know money cant buy you happiness. well, frankly, nothing can. the ones who do not have money, crave for it, thinking they can buy everything that akes them happy. the problem is that happiness does not exist. you can not touch, feel or see it. let alone buy. your heart decides that it is happy, and then you are happy with whatever frugal things you have. and if it decides not to, the palaces cant make you happy. 

now, if its this way, how will our heart feel that it is happy? no idea. no answer. it just comes from within i guess. its probably a horrible irony of life. the have nots thinking that money buys them happiness and the super haves spending money in search of happiness and still not finding it. you know what, somewhere i feel it is better to be poor and not famous in a way. why? becausee then your hope and your dreams do not leave you. when you have everything, the hope and the dreams die. when you have everything, there is no thrill, excitement and dreams in life. and life, becomes void. thats probably the only explanation of why do rich and famous do it. the lack of dreams. 

folks, even if we all become super rich and famous, i wish that our hope and our dreams do not die. that's probably the only way to keep your sanity, and walk the ramp called life gracefully!