This is one of the famous scenes from Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Ghum. The scene is when Anjali sort of confronts Rahul that he wants to take her shop away from her. But Rahul clarifies with the following dialogue while putting on bangles in Anjali's hands. Romantic, eh?
Dosti ke ilawah bhi kuch rishtey hote hain
Besides friendship, there are some other relationships too
Kuch rishtey jo hum samajhte
nahin
Some that we don't understand
Kuch rishtey jo hum samajhna nahin chahte
Some that we don't wish to understand
Chub toh nahin raha?
Is it pricking?
Kuch rishtey jin ka koi naam nahin hota, sirf ehsaas hota hai
Some relationships don't have a name, only its feelings exist
Chub toh
nahin raha?
Is it piercing?
Kuch rishtey jin ki koi deewar nahin hoti, sarhad nahin
hoti
Some relationships don't have any barriers, don't have any boundaries
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
"Diary of a Shah Rukh Khan Fan" turns 3 today. I am pretty proud to have kept this blog going since nowadays the shortness and quickness of twitter and facebook overpower the charm of long written devotional articles about celebrities. Yeah, don't laugh at me...I know I also don't write a lot of long articles but hey...I try my best. :D
I started this blog for no reason whatsoever, there was no purpose behind it. I didn't write very well too but then having had a couple of successful blogs and websites before that were based on other topics, I guess I must have thought that I should start writing about Shah Rukh as well. But let me tell you one thing, it is actually one of the toughest topics to base a blog on. Yeah, writing about him can be real tricky, given the fact that I am not into fan-girling. But then this is not a fully devotional fan blog, neither have I gone off the track and talked about someone else besides Shah Rukh. I am glad to have kept a balance.
While reviewing all my blog posts, I noticed that I ranted a lot about controversies. I'm glad that I had this blog to convey how angry I was during those tough times because I was extremely frustrated and appalled by all the unwanted comments that Shah Rukh had to bear.
Just so you know I retired as Shah Rukh's mother the day I started working on Playgirl. Every mother loves to praise their sons but seriously what I did was a billion notches above that...maybe lower that. You decide and let me know. I think Playgirl is one of the things I'll always be proud to have created and I can't wait to fully start working on the second edition.
I regret that even in 3 years, I have not written 100 blog posts...yeah this is just my 92nd. Well I'm not even sure if I would call some of my older posts actual legit blog posts. You can buy the excuse that I used to be very excited and angry before, now I am a whole lot quieter and calm. There have been plenty of things worth talking about but I chose not to. Not because I consider myself any less of a true SRK fan but because good things take time *cough*. Please don't buy this excuse, it is more because my vocabulary is not so broad so I feel whatever I try to say, might sound repetitive. Yeah, this is my space and I can write whatever I like but you know what? I love having to struggle to find words to describe how I am feeling rather than having someone else express it on behalf of me. Then I feel that...oh it's already said. I am a bundle of issues :D
Nevertheless I had my own moments offline which have left me speechless at some points. Like I started to wear this custom made SRK locket back in 2012 so I had lots of strangers asking me about him hehehehe.
Music shop representative: "Is this your husband?" Denny's cashier: "Who is this handsome man?" Classmate: "Is that your boyfriend?" Classmate #2: "Who is that guy?" Pharmacy cashier: "Is that Charlie Sheen?" Store cashier: "Is this Charlie Sheen?" Freaked out Store cashier: "That is Shah Rukh Khan? I CANNOT BELIEVE IT. OH MY GOD" Post office: "You fan of Shah Rukh Khan?" I say yes "You watched Chennai Express?" Yes 4 times. "*LOL*" Store cashier #2: "Where are you from? I see Shah Rukh Khan!!" Store cashier #3: "Arre you put my photo on your locket?? Ooh that's Shah Rukh Khan"
Recently I have not been wearing it because I lost the locket in the photo above. I actually own 3 of them. :D It has been a good tactic of making more people know him though. I am happy to have done that much apart from feeling very happy wearing him around my neck. And I always took him off when I went to take showers. I have that much shame left. LOL
On twitter, I had tons of memorable experiences like SRK replying me some odd 7 times and even retweeting me. It has been more competitive to get a reply from him so I have not received any reply for two years almost. But it is okay...others deserve a chance too, especially my friends. Except they don't tweet to him a lot.
The best memory is this reply on a video chat for Jab Tak Hai Jaan.
Gooooooosebumps. He was so sweet and he actually pronounced my name perfectly. This is part one, he answered another question of mine. I loved how the phone rang and he waited then continued with his answer. Man that is politeness! Like "I'm talking to her na? So shut that phone!" He is my hero for every reason possible. I felt his love and respect for me through those two replies.
I had one or two shots where I could have met him and died happy. One was when he came to LA to showcase Ra.One in 2011 and another was when he was invited to Yale University. Both times were obviously not favorable for me. I hope I will have that one opportunity sometime soon although I prefer to have a coffee date with him. But for now, anything will do!
Every SRK fan would have a little place dedicated to him in their homes. Well I do too and it has grown a little as well. I have a complete movie collection of his but most of them are on VHS so I have been focusing on getting DVDs of whichever movies possible but I have set my own requirements so I can make my collection a bit nicer. I prefer to buy DVD sets; it needs to be a 2-3 DVD set. I have a good count so far. The other things I have are magazines, CDs, photos, and other small items. I hope to make it bigger and nicer.
Apart from all this, I believe that I experienced the most significant change in my life in the span of these three roller coaster years. Having had grown up experiencing almost no huge crisis which required my contribution in any way whatsoever, it shook me big time when I had to face a problem that I inadvertently became a part of. I was confused and angry because I missed being in control of my life. My small world had spread out beyond my grasp. Thankfully, I was not without guidance for long because I met some wonderful people who went on to become vital parts of my life. They are SRK fans. They are my friends. These people proved to be the greatest moral support I have had in my life so far. They love me a lot, get happy for me if I achieve something as if they have achieved it themselves. The greatest friends are those from whom you cultivate positive knowledge and skills. And that is exactly what I have done. These fantastic people are some of the best SRK fans there can ever be. So here is a shout out to those friends of mine, you know who you are and you know I love you very much.
Because of Shah Rukh, not only did I get some good and valuable friends, but also plenty of entertainment and also renewed values. I have learned from this unchanged man to be loyal not just to friends and family but also to my own principles. Some of my principles are derived from him. These include confidence, failure being part of the route to success. Shah Rukh is highly confident. And he never stopped even after meeting with failure throughout his career. So why should I not be confident about myself? Why should I make my failures as permanent as my time in this world? Shah Rukh is also a generous man and he is a prime example of how to give undivided love and attention to the ones you care for. It takes generosity to do so and I try to be as much generous as possible.
That's all I can recall during this beautiful journey. I hope to make more memories so I can keep sharing it with you all.
