I cannot live a lie. I cannot hide private SMSes, I cannot resist recording telephone conversations, I cannot defy this perennial urge to speak to TV channels (of course for a few millions) or write a book about my private and torrid affairs to rich and famous and powerful.
You know I am not on the brink of starvation; I am comfortably off, having normal relationships and career. Still I yearn for more. If I am not there how the Beckhams, Clintons, Shane Warnes, Kennedys…….will stay in news in their lean seasons? Those stupids! They think if they are presidents, editors, great players, painters, writers or artists they can succumb to my charm, have a good time with me, then discard me very conveniently in the end, keeping their image of family men, doting fathers, caring husbands and RESPONSIBLE professionals intact? Those idiots are puppets in my hands. Just with a play of passion, a good pair of legs or hands or eyes, or …….( fill in the blank yourself) and they come behind me wagging their tails like puppies.
They don’t know that I too possess conscience. I too suffer with bouts of fairness and justice. I too see the faces of the family of these much married men. Their daughters, sons, wives prompt me to acknowledge this fact that I can not go on playing this game forever. Then I decide to act all divine and pristine. I try to cleanse my soul of all the (mis)deeds. A TV camera is the best place to confess (what price that channel is paying is too sacred and divine to reveal to the common public, although those channels never keep the sanctity of their oath and disclose the price my TRUTH carries. They will be answerable to God for that. ).
By this time I have tasted blood. Now I am a bit mature too. I know TV show is over and public memory is too short to remember me. Then how to immortalize my ETERNAL TRUTH? Of course I decide to write a book on the whole episode. The royalty will last not only me but my coming generations too! So I am trying to find a publisher. Do you know anyone? Or are you one?
