Monday, January 17, 2005

Seeing SRK

I saw Shah Rukh Khan last night. And it was really exciting. Not because I am a fan (I am and I'm not) but because it happened oh-so-suddenly and unexpectedly.
We were driving to Carter Road for coffee but found the Cafe Coffee Day outlet shut so decided to head to Bandstand (Bandra seaface), and I just joked that let's go to Mannat (SRK's house) and maango mannat. And lo and behold we near his house (it happens to be on the way to Bandstand) and there his gates are open, two-three men are signalling a car to come out, and we're sure it won't be him because the last time I saw his gate open one measly Santro came out. And it's amazing because every evening there are people waiting outside, some with digicams to get a shot of the star. We of course did no such thing, but just happened to be passing and out comes a silver S class BMW with SRK at the wheel. My friend and I were squealing like teenagers I think. He was wearing black, puffing away a this cigarette and had his hair falling sloppily across his forehead like it did in the Darr and Baazigar days. He's also much thinner (could tell but just looking at his face) than he appears on screen.
What was exciting was to see him drive out at 1.30 a.m., doing his own thing, leading his own life. As a journalist I am sure I will see/meet him at some point, in fact I have had opportunities earlier but never ended up going. But there it's always a persona, gelled hair, cultivated tone, typical answers, a star. Nothing like the thrill of seeing one of the country's biggest stars in their own turf, being themselves and just doing their own thing. No one bothered about coffee after that!

9 Comments:

Blogger writer-in-egg-style said...

This open-gate stuff... not a rare phenomenon, surely, a reasonably normal state nowadays.

And, as for this "S class BMW"... ha ha.... I guess that's an 'ultimate striving machine' for those who like puffing thoughts of unlikely link-ups (assuming that the two manufacturers cannot intercede). Let's guess. It's torque-heavy, with multi-multi-multi-point fuel injection----and a flywheel that still defies gravity!

18 January, 2005  
Blogger Jabberwock said...

You haven't been to Sunju baba's gym yet I take it?

19 January, 2005  
Blogger Kamakaze said...

Beware of Sanju Baba! Have heard a lot.

19 January, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

wheel time, maaan!

19 January, 2005  
Blogger Jabberwock said...

Sanju baba's the one who needs to beware. The last time GSB came within touching distance of him, she nearly tore his shirt off

20 January, 2005  
Blogger GSB said...

will you people stop it. I am not a SD stalker, or a man eater on the prowl... and I did not tear his shirt off, only wanted to... he he

20 January, 2005  
Blogger writer-in-egg-style said...

relax, no one's taking it literally. Especially when abstract symbolism in Indian cinema is getting even more---uhm, what's the word----provocative.

There's this lean film, for example, that's either too disturbing or too abstract for mass-media approval. It's a relationship tangle, on the face of it. But if the tangle doesn't jam all your sensibilities, it can also be interpreted as a story of profound liberal ambivalence----as a Westoxicant begins to glaze our very own eyes. Or even, from a universal perspective, as a story of man enthralled (tsk tsk) by his own creation.

Provocative, oh yes. Empathetic, in flashes. Accurate, no.

17 February, 2005  
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26 October, 2005  
Blogger writer-in-egg-style said...

The film being referred to, above, by the way is Shabd by Leena Yadav. It has some of Ash's hottest scenes, but is actually an artistic piece of work that makes one think about the stuff people are otherwise too busy to bother with. But then, that's why we have artists, don't we.

17 January, 2006  

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