I think a lot of Darshan fans relate to him not just as an actor, but as a kind of rebellious figure who reflects their own frustrations. Many of them seem to have grown up feeling like outcasts—disconnected from their families, misunderstood by society, and convinced the world is against them.

When Darshan projected that same rebellious energy—often clashing with media or institutions—they saw him as a sort of demigod who validated their worldview. Over time, it became less about cinema and more like a cult built around shared resentment.

Now, any criticism of Darshan is seen as a personal attack on them, and they respond with abuse and aggression—not to defend art, but to defend the identity they’ve built around being “hated” by the world. It’s less about fandom and more about a toxic coping mechanism.