The Way You Make Me Feel

A demise I could ignore like a passing cloud.

Unrelated blood, never met and an once sided affair aren't the only adjectives that apply. This man was no doubt a heartthrob of millions, a childhood icon to adore, a talk across the globe for reasons good or bad, of feelings love or hate; to me he meant just a little more.

Having sang one of his compositions at a school function, I began to adore him and his style. It was

probably my first tryst with live stage singing and with the western world. Sincere thanks to my

schoolmate of 6th standard, Tunir, who invited me over to join him for "The Way You Make Me Feel."

Later on in years to come, when my roomie and buddy, Mir bhaiya, described him as a 'PERFECTIONIST' and I began to follow his dance.. the amazing swiftness, the feather feet, the

moonwalks .. with amazing awe and i-want-to-be-just-like-him energy. Be it.. Beat-it, Black Or White, Don't care about us... those were favorites in no time.

Mir bhaiya has called 4 times since he woke up to this news today, every time with a new

reminiscence but the same heavy saddened tone. For me it’s a more-than childhood Star's good bye forever.

And for both of us, Michael Jackson will ever live on as a Perfectionist @ work.

As Vasudev asserts in the Battlefield 'Karm Ka Kousal ka hi naam Yog hai', he remains a Yogi of showbiz until eternity.