GyanGurus

You must have heard the news, it is everywhere and it slowed down Google last night. Micheal Jackson has died. We weren’t fans of his music because we used to live in India and we used to be so young. But than why are we writing this post? Because even living in Punjab, India at 8 or 9 years old, when we didn’t much care about what music we liked…we knew of Micheal Jackson. We knew the moonwalk. He was an icon, not just in American but all over the world.

We just feel like, it cannot go unmentioned, something this big. The death of Micheal Jackson.

But, he is not the only icon we lost this week. There’s Farrah Fawcett, who died the same day as MJ just a few hours earlier, eternally etched in our memories of that famous poster and that hair.

And Ed McMahon. Heeeeee’re Johnny would not have been the same without him.

What an impact these people have made to so many people’s lives, but in time their memories will fade. But once in a while, when listening, watching something we’ll remember them and what they left behind. I guess that’s life…and that’s death.