Saturday, December 24, 2011

Of SRK and Other Things...

I shall always remember my Mom gushing over SRK and saying things like " I just love Sharukh". I never understood the reason for her infatuation.

An average looking person, who danced and acted like everyone else. His movies came and went by, met stupendous success and yet I failed to get why the world went gaga over him.

I even had the chance of meeting him , when the team of Koyla came to shoot at Tawang.The encounter left me very un-impressed, here was a guy who smoked by the dozen and was sitting with his legs on the sofa , at a private function, Sacrilege! Was he even anything compared to my then favorite Amir ? Not a chance, I was sure that the actor who I was yet to meet was as good as he seemed.

Then the growing up part happened, loss of of naivety happened, SRK movies became passable , yet,Ok , so this was a guy who had worked hard throughout his life , and yet I wouldn't root for him.

College wrapped up and naukri started, SRK persisted .

Then came a new era, when suddenly movies thrived on things I'd rather not watch. What used to be called cheap and flashy came to be known as bombastic and mind-blowing.These movies even with their 2 minutes of laugh riots and fun, failed to leave a lasting impression.

SRK still made his own movies, the way he wanted to ,re-inventing himself, yet keeping his essence like what it always had been. I turned to look at him, being pulled down from his throne, of people saying this they did not expect from him ,though the same was somehow acceptable for others.

And all of a sudden I don't care how this he looks , I see the dimples in his smile, I see the same twinkle in his eyes, I see how he looks at his kids , I see how he makes everyone around him laugh, I see the passion that emanates from him and I want him to succeed, I want him to make non-cringe movies, I want him to go get it, like he always has,I want him to woo people again and I know he will, coz' even though it took him 15 years, I finally see him the way my Mom did :).

Other things :

Does it hurt when you know your friend no longer remembers you?

8 Schools and 2 College Streams: Taught me that the ones left behind become memories.

Distance: is what never matters if you are the best of friends.

A Phone Call : is all it takes to talk it out.

An Email : is all that I have of someone whom I adored.

I have a different life : is what they say when they mean that you don't fit into it anymore.

Excuses : are what they make, when they forget that I can see through it, like I always have.

Cracks : are all that I can see.

Complaints: are all that I hear from you, about my friends, about me and I see a meanness in you.

Far Away : is what you seem now, and I don't even know why.

What do I say : when they ask me "kya tu mujhse gussa hai"

Nonchalance : is what I feel when I think of them. The sadness has evaporated.

If : you think i will ping you, I won't. If you think, I will call you, I won't.

Maybe : distance does matter , a lot.

I am : used to losing touch, but never had I thought that even these best friends would fall prey to the circle of life.

I wish : we could still be the way we used to , shout at each other with limitless glee, write to each other as often as we did and enjoy each others' company just like before.

Anyone who asks me about the above few, should know that irrespective of how it ended, I shall always remember their big smiles ,affection, solidarity, teachings, they are and will always be the sparkling stars of my memory.