It was the year of 1995: I was on the brink of Standard 3, when DDLJ was released. Entire audience was clapping at the end of the movie - where Simran runs behind the Train, and Raj pulls her in. Great ending, but DDLJ spoilt a generation in that era. I was along those spoiled ones. I started dreaming of my Simran. When accidently I will get inside a train, find girl of my dream and live happily ever after. After reaching my tender age, an urge of getting my Simran increases.
Every time, I get into train, mostly for Kanpur, DDLJ was playing on the back of my mind that perhaps I meet my Simran somewhere. She might be wearing big glasses; after finding her private stuffs, I would flirt with her, “Aapki aakhen bilkul meri Daadi jaisi hai”. Though I never liked small eyes of my Daadi, but still that pick-up line was one classic of that time. For the trouble with a grin that would show no sorry and I would say, “Bade, Bade shehron mein aise choti choti baatein ho rehti hai Senorita”. The rest as they’d say would have been history!
So, this was a dream which come true - never mind if they were taking me to one of the lesser known hills. After DDLJ, it was ‘Kuch Kuch Hota Hai’. I craved to hear “Kuch kuch hota hain Karan, tum nahi samjhoge.” Seriously, no one understood me. I turned out to be spoiled brat of my school, not even single girl considered me seriously.
Even I led a make-belief life after that for a long time where I imagined bumping into Simran at the drop of an eyelid everywhere possible:
At the library-Imagining her fall from a ladder and I would be there to catch her, not bothering about her weight for love at first sight. Or she and I picking the same book from the opposite sides of the shelf following the smiles-ah! I know filmy, sue me!
In the trains-Getting into a wrong one and being into an adventure of sorts-damn, there was even some mind blowing session imagined in the pantry.
And then Shahrukh also gave me some unreasonable expectations, which I never fulfilled:-
1. I did not look in her eyes and said whatever I said with as much intensity as though Shahrukh did on screen.
2. I never spread out my hands with a slightly tilted head, when I saw her coming from far.
3. I did not talk in whispers sometimes just near her ears.
4. I did not overact. (Not exactly, but it was thoroughly unromantic.)
And when I did begin to like him a bit in Swades and Chak De, he managed to wash out all his impression by doing films like Om Shaanti Om, Billu Barber, Rab ne Bana De Jodi, Ra-one and the recent crap Chennai Express.
And although now some seventeen years have passed by, the after effects of Raj is fresh in my mind. But SRK is gone, and after looking at his up-coming projects I’m sure his impression will never come back in my mind.
Happy Birthday, Shah Rukh Khan.
Every time, I get into train, mostly for Kanpur, DDLJ was playing on the back of my mind that perhaps I meet my Simran somewhere. She might be wearing big glasses; after finding her private stuffs, I would flirt with her, “Aapki aakhen bilkul meri Daadi jaisi hai”. Though I never liked small eyes of my Daadi, but still that pick-up line was one classic of that time. For the trouble with a grin that would show no sorry and I would say, “Bade, Bade shehron mein aise choti choti baatein ho rehti hai Senorita”. The rest as they’d say would have been history!
So, this was a dream which come true - never mind if they were taking me to one of the lesser known hills. After DDLJ, it was ‘Kuch Kuch Hota Hai’. I craved to hear “Kuch kuch hota hain Karan, tum nahi samjhoge.” Seriously, no one understood me. I turned out to be spoiled brat of my school, not even single girl considered me seriously.
Even I led a make-belief life after that for a long time where I imagined bumping into Simran at the drop of an eyelid everywhere possible:
At the library-Imagining her fall from a ladder and I would be there to catch her, not bothering about her weight for love at first sight. Or she and I picking the same book from the opposite sides of the shelf following the smiles-ah! I know filmy, sue me!
In the trains-Getting into a wrong one and being into an adventure of sorts-damn, there was even some mind blowing session imagined in the pantry.
And then Shahrukh also gave me some unreasonable expectations, which I never fulfilled:-
1. I did not look in her eyes and said whatever I said with as much intensity as though Shahrukh did on screen.
2. I never spread out my hands with a slightly tilted head, when I saw her coming from far.
3. I did not talk in whispers sometimes just near her ears.
4. I did not overact. (Not exactly, but it was thoroughly unromantic.)
And when I did begin to like him a bit in Swades and Chak De, he managed to wash out all his impression by doing films like Om Shaanti Om, Billu Barber, Rab ne Bana De Jodi, Ra-one and the recent crap Chennai Express.
And although now some seventeen years have passed by, the after effects of Raj is fresh in my mind. But SRK is gone, and after looking at his up-coming projects I’m sure his impression will never come back in my mind.
Happy Birthday, Shah Rukh Khan.
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