What If I Were a Celebrity?

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As a child, I always dreamt of becoming a teacher. I remember draping a shawl like a saree and pretending to teach in an empty hall, my voice echoing back as if an invisible classroom were listening.

As I grew older, I was surrounded by images of celebrities, paparazzi flashes, airport looks, red carpets, and curated smiles. But somewhere along the way, a question began to trouble me: who are the real actors and actresses of our society? Are they the ones who perform well on screen and earn fame, or the ones who silently transform generations?

Today, I see some of my friends as teachers, and they are nothing short of queens. They don’t run behind changing their own lives, but work tirelessly to bring change in the lives of students. Even when the pay is modest, their joy is immense. Their classrooms may be small, but their impact is vast.

The pride I feel when I think of my seniors teaching in Arunachal Pradesh is indescribable. They endure extreme weather, cross mountains and rivers, and navigate language barriers not just to educate minds, but to touch souls. If acting is about embodying roles and influencing lives, aren’t they the truest actors and actresses of all?

Every time celebrities and influencers are clicked at airports, parties, or shooting spots, I can’t help but wonder ,why always them? Why not the real heroes?

Is it a matter of public relations? Or is it simply what we, as a society, have chosen to celebrate? I do admire the effort that actors put into their craft and presentation. But are they the only ones who deserve the spotlight?

Professionals from every field ,teachers, doctors, researchers, social workers, who are deeply skilled and quietly committed also deserve recognition. Their stories, if amplified, could offer genuine inspiration to the coming generation.

I wish for a world where attention shifts where celebration expands beyond glamour, and where contribution matters more than visibility.
Perhaps then, celebrity would no longer be about who is seen the most, but about who shapes us the most.

 

 


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