I have waited years for this Shah Rukh
Khan. THIS one.
And when I say that, I don’t mean the
one who wears gold-plated dresses, dances with scantily-dressed girls, jumps
through air and lands perfectly, or walks on water.
I mean the one who cries in the jail in
a way he hadn’t cried for long.
I mean the one who screams his name out
in front of Mannat.
I mean the one who grins in a way that
you can’t help but fall in love with the one creating all the menace.
And through the film you end up taking
the fan’s side and never want the star to catch him; simply because you don’t want the movie to end.
And mostly because the fan does
everything that you want to do, and everything that you wouldn’t.
And you see your deepest cravings, unfold.
I won’t say what happens in the end of
the movie; because that doesn’t matter. Because
like everything, this movie will do its part, score, and then get under other
movie posters.
But what would forever remain is perhaps this feeling. This feeling of this certain actor called Shah Rukh Khan
groping your heart and scooping out your deepest emotions, all from across the
screen.
And through the first half, the glass
barrier between you and him, breaks. You are no longer the one on the audience
seat. You are the one cutting the pictures out of the newspaper. You are the
one frantically screaming in front of Mannat. You are the one getting into a
fight with whoever says negative about your hero. You are the one who have
loved his star for too long; so long that he has become a part of you, you
can’t part with.
As I write this, I know people will
call me superficial because, with so many grave topics to talk about, how can I
chose to write about someone who doesn’t pay my bills, who has nothing to do
with the coming elections, or the Parliament, who doesn’t know I exist, and who
is ‘Just a movie star’.
But well, people, that’s where is the
misunderstanding. I, like most of the sensible fans, might be an admirer of the
person who wears make-up and entertains people, but I am a FAN of the person he
is beyond the glitters and the stardom. I am a FAN of his journey more, and
little less of his destination.
As I write this, I know thousands of
people are screaming in the first scene, thousands crying in the climax,
hundreds of people coming out of the ticket stall with heavy breaths because
they couldn’t manage a ticket, lakhs of people falling in love with the actor
Khan, a few hundred sitting at home trying to find faults in the movie, and thousands who can’t wait to see the movie again. Also, thousands of people are comparing him
with other actors, criticizing him, and staying happy for doing so. And the
other lakh whose day is made . And all I know, I have waited
for this Shah Rukh Khan.
Also, I am writing this totally with
the knowledge that Shah Rukh Khan might never know that this blog exists. But years
from now, I want to open this one and tell my kids, how we have waited for this
person to create magic, and he didn’t let us down.
And how in love, you wait; you trust. You keep the faith.
P.S.: I am so emotional right now; I am letting my raw
emotions get its way. And I can’t, right now, care about grammar, spellings,
typos and every rule needed in the language. But all I know is, people who are
FAN would understand anyway. And people who are not, ‘Rehne de.. Tu nahin
samjhega’.
