The other day, while mulling over a cuppa coffee with a couple of friends of mine, one of my friends mentioned that the one thing she wanted to do in life is to tread a path that hasn’t been cut out yet. This comment of hers had the entire group (including myself) nodding their heads in agreement. Obviously, that is one sentiment shared by countless souls around the world – to “do something different(ly)”. The magic of firsts. Or seconds or thirds, for that matter.
It was only later while walking home braving hordes of horn-blowing demons that it struck me how ridiculous the idea of originality is. I mean, yes it is pretty cool to be a Christopher Nolan in a field that thrill you to the core, but there is an equal amount of awesomeness to being a Marlyin Monroe. Yes, she is as cliched an actress that could be imagined with her chiseled features and come-hither charm. But the fact that she has carved a niche for herself among so many other actresses/wannabes who possess roughly identical skills as she does – that does sound impressive! Does that make sense to you?
What I’m thinking is this. Its perfectly easy to be appreciated for doing something that has never been done before. I mean, there is no yardstick to measure the brilliance of ‘The Lord of the Rings’. That book (and movie) is so good, so brilliant that it needed a brand new scale made just to measure its awesomeness. That is beautiful. Unspeakably beautiful, I agree. But what I’m saying is there is a certain beauty to being the Sonakshi Sinha of Bollywood too.
If people recognize the artist in you even if the only thing you give them is running around trees in multicolour sarees and grandma jewellery (and still manage to make people drool) like a gazillion artists that have come before and after you, is that not a true achievement?