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I think I am great with my words so I felt compelled to write this unnecessary and LOOOOOOOOOOOOONG post. Let's get this rolling… grab some popcorn too! :D Oh and did I tell you this is gonna be long? Perhaps the longest post ever in this blog O_O

I will head back to summer even though I hate summer. It was a hot sunny day when I woke up in the Chinese time zone to hear that OMG OMG OMG S.R. of K. is coming to San Jose! Like he is gonna spend hours breathing my air, walking my footsteps, etc once again after 5 long eons...years. I get all pumped up that hahahaha THIS time I'm gonna meet my Indian idol! :D

It is said that in true love, happiness is hard to get by but I also believe in trying. So, given the awkward situation I was in, I still did not give up deep in my heart. My heart. MERA DIL. I hunt down one of the local organizers on facebook to engage in a cool casual conversation and he said that near the end of July, they would sell tickets to those who contact the organizers but will get billed for them in August. I was like...cool then. I thought and thought about it then I asked the organizer if I can have that special link where I can book the concert tickets. Tic tic one. Tic tic two. Ooh! August and the tickets I was eying are sold! :D Annnnd still no reply to my cute request. Saale kuttiye haramzade...now go dance with your 1% commission of all ticket sales.

Okay...I'm still soaring here and there, there and here...what to do? Fine, let's plan for greeting at the airport. I tell my European mother about my plan...she speaks about trying my luck at the airport AND hotel. I forgot that they would be staying somewhere: P Okay but how to figure out which hotel they'll be at out of the dozen hotels in San Jose?

As time passed, a couple of contests came up. My same time zone Canadian sweetheart kept pushing me all this time to enter the contests or buy the tickets...like JUST EFFING GO TO THE CONCERT GODAMMIT. She was well about to book a ticket for me and she had no knowledge about my wish to actually book tickets. Thank God she didn't book it. Because concerts, movies...they are no fun to watch alone. In addition, my family are big fans of SRK. They were fans of him from day one! So I was firm that if I were to go to the concert, I would not go alone. Thanks to the ridiculous pricing of the seats, my hopes begin to distinguish.

Even airport/hotel plans seemed to fade away because I didn't know anything about it. But it took me the wisdom of another Canadian darling, to point me to a right person. Canadians ki jai ho, even that right person turned out to be Canadian LOL. Daanish. I'd like to call him my happiness insurance for 28th September. So anyway, I contacted the insurance and he happily told me about the hotel and assured me that he would share the details of the team's arrival. I told my insurance that I would welcome him when he arrived in San Francisco but I could not :(

That day brought upon a whole family of butterflies in my tummy. Would it really for real happen? I could get to see him? Then I began searching for gifts for King and also the Queen of Bollywood whom I affectionately consider my lawful wife. :P I call my Team R (which consist of my European mother, Arab genius, the Canadian sweethearts, Moroccan firecrackers and New Yorker homie) to a meeting in search of advice because (1) They are MUCH more mature than I am. (2) Most of them have met SRK before. Enough said. I have a great team.

The week passes as I enjoy an exam in the middle of the week, work on future projects and collect the gifts as they arrive in the mail. Presentation is necessary, as taught by my Arab genius so I put in some effort to prepare the bits of my love that I look forward to give on Sunday.

Here comes Saturday! As my western Canadian sweetheart meets SRK after waiting forever and attends the concert in her city, I take on the devil down south that is trying its best to stop me from peacefully looking forward to the next day. Almost meeting an accident wasn't enough that my ridiculous nervousness almost wrecked havoc at a gas station where I was about to drive off with the gas pipe still in my car. It would have been a nice Hollywood style action scene if I had drove off. Anyway, a couple of mandatory printouts and last minute shopping later, the day comes to an end. Here is Sunday.

I welcome Sunday by preparing the gifts and packing them in my bag! :D But I cannot sleep; the HNY twitterwaale can start running the contest for San Jose concert tickets anytime. And my nervousness resulted in me dropping my laptop from the bed to the floor. But agar kisi cheez ko shidhat se chaho, toh it never leaves you. My laptop didn't leave my life either! So then I continued worrying...the team might land anytime. That day made my hatred for having no knowledge stronger. There were mini quakes so I end up getting just 3 hours of sleep and being wide awake at 7 in the morning. I notice that HNY people have already posted the question so I start tweeting them why I want to get slammed. My Arab genius and Canadian sweethearts keep my motivation going and going. After a while, it becomes too much for me to keep my eyes open so I go for a nap. When I wake up, I read that the team is finally on their way to SJ. O.M.G. But that didn't mess me up...seeing my twitter friends from around the world endorsing me as an deserved winner to the HNY people messed me up. I had tears in my eyes and I hadn't felt so happy seeing that much love in a long time. I love you all very much.

Then at 2:20 pm I get out of the house with my elder sister and mother to go to the hotel as I noticed airports are tough to catch them at. We arrive at the Marriott Hotel at 2:45 pm. I meet an RCE wala before entering the hotel, who was half asleep, I told him welcome to the bay area and he mumbles something. Then I enter the hotel to hear people that SRK entered the hotel through back door just a while back. Congo to him. I tell my lovely offline team R (my sister and mother) to go have a seat faaaaar at the back. Because the hotel was buzzing with annoying people who did not know how to shut up. Then I sit down at the center of the lobby, searching for familiar faces. I check twitter and my Arab genius sent me a message that the organizers need 10 females to volunteer as soon as possible. But an hour had passed after she made her request so I can be sure, the spaces are filled up by then.

Here comes my insurance! Daanish! I call out for him and remind him about our facebook conversations. He informs me that SRK is resting in his room and that he will come down at 4-4:30. I'm like ok. As I was literally starving the whole day, I go to the Starbucks for a good laugh...I mean drink. Their menu was hilarious but I loved going through the souvenirs. I buy a few postcards (like doh) a shot glass and an iced coffee. Apparently, the cashier forgot to charge for the shot glass as I noticed on the receipt the next day LOL.

I spend the hour chatting on twitter and facebook. I report my sherlock holmsing results to my friends. I saw Malaika's luggage, one blindingly red suitcase, an ugly pink suitcase and a Louis Vuitton black small suitcase. I wonder when she even wore so many clothes...they were the only triplet luggage that had the name boldly written. If I had a permanent marker with me...you can understand what I would have done. There were tons of luggages but I could only see the SLAM tags. I also noticed two other trolleys, one with bouquets and gifts then another with loads of chips and drinks. I saw Raaj (SRK's hairstylist) walking around in the lobby wearing a pink jacket. He didn't impress me at all; he looked like a gunda, ready to demolish the Marriott. So I ignored him. My insurance man Daanish comes and informs me that SRK is having lunch. Kha le puttar kha le.

Vivaan Shah walks in and talks to some moron looking dude. So I go and wave at him rather than clicking his picture just like that. After waving back to me (he totally waved at me Shanti style from OSO LOL) he runs off to the elevator. I also noticed a man wearing a very ugly shirt who felt like he might be close to SRK but I was hesitant. We smiled at each other. I was happy that finally I found someone who reciprocated my smile!! He used the lobby phone to call a room but I couldn't hear what he said. But I ignored him because I was not fully sure. Then I went on twitter and found Daanish's picture from a few hours back...just to FINALLY recognize the guy wearing the ugly shirt was none other than SUBHASH. SR of K's personal assistant. What a moron...I am.

After hitting my forehead for my mistake, I got the sweet urge to use the restroom in between so I go and hear inside, the Don Title song playing. Kutte kaminey hotelwaale!!! They played his song in the freaking bathroom!!!!!! I get out of the restroom like I'm Bill Gates and I have no time for anyone, just to see what a bad false alarm it turned out to be. So I forget all about the restroom...until I hear commotion outside and see someone with a huge head wearing a giant bubble jacket. I run there and notice Boman Irani sitting in his car waiting for God knows what. When he looked at me, I gestured him that I have a book for him. :D

I went to Boman, gave him the book. Told him that it is a token of appreciation because he was so gracious to my dear friends the past day and past week. Then he smiles wide and shakes hands with me and kisses my hand as well. I kiss him back and tell him that I love him a lot. I took a photo of him. I didn't go for a selfie because the car he was in, was very high and my whole face might not have fit in the photo. He's one damn sweet man. He is too sweet to portray the role of Vardhaan :P

Then I head back in the hotel and chill out. My sister tries to take my photo and a Morani brother behind me thinks he's the object of the camera frame LOL. I met a pregnant woman and her DSLR wala husband who were waiting for SRK too, they inform me that Abhishek left via back door (as if I care). They are actually the only people with whom I spoke at length the entire day. Now I wanna tell you something. Most of these guys are shorties. I had the typical imagination of them being very tall. Man, I felt like I was 6 ft tall walking around them. -_- Chalo...short is cool. More commotion followed, even a-girl-holding-her-chest scenario I witnessed. Yaar Sonu, you also have fans I guess.

Sonu Sood the large attitude waaley walked out of the hotel like King Kong. He gave no damn to the people around him wanting to take photos with him. I wasn't so interested in catching Sonu but Daanish made me run with him to Sonu for a photo. But apparently my dil ki baat translated into some hilarious photos. As I told my friend, that I am not the touchy type of person, the photos also represented the same idea. It looked like I was the main celebrity and he was either my bodyguard or fan. :P I was also worried that Daanish would steal my brand new phone so I didn't take my eyes off my phone :P But thank you Sonu for heeding to Daanish's request who was...eager...to...take...my photo with...you. o_O

I see Subhash ji lurking around the lobby again. This time main nahi chhodongi!!! So I approach him and ask him in Hindi if his name is Subhash. He innocently says yes. Then I ask him if he can help me out by delivering the gifts I had for SRK. As I hand him the gifts, I describe the contents of each package. Then I ask him if he can get SRK to sign my huge postcard which had two purposes. (1) To be 100% confirmed that SRK received the gifts. (2) To make him smile. Because I already had his autograph from before: P Subhash agrees and says that he will try to get the autograph for me before SRK departs or after the show. I say okay that's fine but "aap yaad rakhoge mujhe na?"...if he will remember me...he says yes and goes off with the gifts. I keep an eye on him just so he doesn't throw the gifts away -_- This guy walks up near me, screaming at the poor hotel staff (non-Hindi speaking btw...just like in movies) that where on earth is Deepika's luggage?! I was like kya yaar...tsk tsk tsk.

After 10 mins or so, we fans start lining up by the entrance because the rest of the stars are about to go to the venue. Everyone eagerly waiting for SRK. I hold my phone up above everyone's heads, ready to capture some Bollywood heat. First up, Malaika Pencil Figure Khan, wearing a leather jacket. I very passionately yell out "WHO CARES" as she passes by, catching a glimpse of us through the corners of her eyes. Then everyone murmurs "Oh my God, she is so skinny!!" and I think to myself, "She needed the most security because if someone bumped into her, bechari would end up in the hospital." :P Then up next, Vivaan Shah. I captured!! His photo I mean. But fuzzy one because these people walk as fast as Super Mario does. Then I see a whole bunch of unknown people walk past us, trying to steal SRK's thunder. :@

My hero of the day, Subhash ji walks past us, and he finds me in the crowd to gesture that the gifts have been delivered and also that he has not forgotten me :D :D I give him a thumbs up and then we chalo because SRK left through the back door :( On the other hand, HNY Twitterwaale did not pick a winner for the contest at all. No idea why but that made me very sad. :( I was the winner...

I get out with my offline team R to go have food finally. Then we decide that we should gift SRK something else too, like a book. So after eating, we go shopping for a book. I spend an hour hunting for that one good book that I believe his library lacks. Found it then I go home. Take shower, breaaaathe, and praaay. Because I may still see him.

Midnight we are back to the hotel. All day I thought that there wouldn't be a huge crowd at the hotel after the show. How wrong I was...it was buzzing with people who were overly dressed with horrific makeup. I can tell you that time must had progressed to Oct 31st...Aka Halloween. Ehm...anyway, seeing the horror inside, I decide to go somewhere isolated. I feel sorry to have left my offline team R in midst of the chaotic atmosphere. But I had to look out for SRK and Subhash. So I find a spot at the staircase next to...guess who? The DSLR hubby! :D I ask him how the show was and he tells me that it wasn't thaaaaaat good. Then I shut up and just look at the entrance. I was on my phone looking through my twitter timeline when I hear people cheering. OMG who was it? I asked the DSLR hubby and he said it was the couple who won the motorcycle at the concert. I was like bleh. Then unknown faces dressed crazily walk in and I don't give a shit about it. I see the police officers slowly moving to the prized back door. They spoke of the party that had already begun upstairs.

Then I leave the staircase, head outside and stand there for the next 1.5 hours. That hour and a half was like a graph, up and down...up and down. I initiated a twitter drama for SRK, tweeting him songs that best fit my condition at that given time. I tried my best to make the situation humorous for both my followers and I...it did help ease my nerves. The night started getting cold but no sign of Mr. Khan. Each black car that stopped in front of me only broke my heart and I stood watching some 30 cars stopping, dropping off people. Then came Subhash. But I still stood outside...I thought I should give him some time to wind down first. My sister called me after a while saying Subhash is in the lobby. So I went inside, told him I had few more gifts for SRK, handed the book with flower and a trinket. He told me to come back in the morning to collect my autograph because the postcard was with the makeup man...let us please imagine the dimples filled with face powder for a moment. ^_^

I can never thank Subhash enough for the kindness he bestowed on me. So in order to show how grateful I was to him, I gifted him a cute coffee mug that shown landmarks of San Francisco. I saw him many times throughout the day but had never seen him grin. After I handed him the gift, saying "aapke liye"...I saw that grin of his. It made me feel nice. Then I asked him if SRK would be coming through the front, he said he doesn't know. So I thank him for his efforts and tell him that I'll be here until however long necessary. Then a black car came by. It was apparently Malaika. Again...who cares? But with her, I understood that this is it. I won't see him. Because Malaika's driver got out of the drop off area and took a U-Turn at the intersection prior to the hotel's entrance. But we still stood there in hopes of seeing SRK. Subhash had us waiting all for a little more because he was getting my autograph from the makeup artist. Then he barged out of the hotel very fast, again gesturing me to come to the side. Then he handed me the poster, I saw the autograph and I nearly fainted right there. Seeing my expression, he gave me a thumbs up but disappeared really fast before I could spill a word out of my mouth. I went back in the crowd to show the poster to my offline team R. A girl in front of me heard me all excited and gave me a very jealous look hahahaha. At that very moment, Daanish comes to tell us all that SLAM team have already arrived via the holy back door and that we should get back home now. As I started walking back to the parking garage, I saw Karim Morani pull up in a RV with a bunch of awkward looking people drinking champagne in public. He smiled at me because I was in awe of his weirdness. Party over. Now jeet ke harne wale ko kya kehte hai? I was so close yet so far.

I get home, feeling numb. Then I talk it out with my friends. They tell me that I stand a chance in a few hours when SLAM team would head to Google office in Mountain View then to Twitter HQ in San Francisco. I also got up at 11 am after sleeping at 6 am. But my mother strictly disallowed me to go to San Francisco because the roads are a headache and I don’t really know my way around. But I convince her to come along with me to the airport, given their flight was in 3 hours. But then my dad wasn’t aware of my planning so he…left for his blood test. Now even though there were 2 other cars, parking is hard to come by in the community I live in. So I didn’t risk it and it was too late anyway. So this is how it all went for me. 

The gifts I delivered now…are contributed by lots of people. First thank you NY homie for trusting me that I would be able to deliver your card and Ayatul Al Kursi locket. Thank you my Eastern Canadian sweetheart and my Arab genius for granting me the honor to present SRK a lovely cravat on behalf of you both and the note as well. Thank you Dr. Jaya for giving me the opportunity to deliver the world famous SRK characters over the years chart. Thank you NY Homie and Western Canadian sweetheart for having those lovely experiences with Boman, which led me to gift him the book, on behalf of you both. Thank you to my sisters for showing faith in me with the lovely Islamic trinket. And lastly, thank you to everyone else who sent in their wishes for SRK so he could read them and feel all your love from one piece of card-stock. I am delighted to have lived up to everyone’s hopes. As for me, I personally gifted him a book with a flower from my mother, the playgirl magazine and small cologne. :D