He gave us unrealistic goals
An entire generation of girls can blame it on Shahrukh Khan as they went weak in the knees at the sight of the dimpled hero outstretching his arms bang in the middle of a sarson ka khet with the song, tujhe dekha to ye jaana sanam, playing in the background.
All those girls, including an eighteen-year-old me, wanted to be in Simran’s tille wali juttis. We fell for those roguish boys hoping and waiting for them to transform into the ‘Rajs’ of our lives. Quite a few fell flat on our faces along with our lofty romantic ideas realising that the Raj of our dreams was just that… a dream.
And then I grew wiser
By 2003, I was wiser. Shahrukh was still a favorite but I knew better, than to trust him. I cried with him as he longingly looked at her ladylove, Preity Zinta, and crooned with outstretched arms (one more time) har ghadi badal rahi hai roop zindagi. I was going through some tough times myself. When he embraced heartbreak and death with a dash of humour, I reminded myself to make the most of what I had. I definitely didn’t want to be a grumpy, scowling girl that Zinta played to the hilt?
Or did I?
Exactly a year later, I met someone. Everything had been going against my plans. While my parents were having a shayad meri shaadi ka khyaal and planning a chai par bulana for the prospective grooms and their families, here I was… falling for a roguish boy who was beckoning to me.
I had misgivings but I was drawn towards him in spite and despite of the sane voice in my head admonishing me to turn and bolt. I prayed for heavenly intervention, a sign, something that would tell me what to do. And it came to me. At a chai ki tapri as I sipped my cutting chai, grateful for the warmth between my hands on a wet Mumbai monsoon day (my first) a song played on FM- chahe jo tumhe pure dil se, milta hai vo mushkil se…
Call me a hopeless romantic or an absolute fool if you wish. Or maybe I wanted to hear what what I heard. I could hear Shahrukh goading me into taking the leap as he went on- us haath ko tum thaam lo, vo meherbaan kal ho na ho…
Shahrukh rescued me
Taking his advice, I jumped headlong into the relationship and soon into matrimony. It couldn’t be more ironical that a Bollywood buff like me married someone who hates it. Despite the hatred, it’s quite clear to him that if it hadn’t been for Shahrukh we wouldn’t be completing our 15th revolution together around the sun tomorrow.
As for me, I owe it to Bollywood to keep the romantic in me alive despite trying circumstances that were threatening to turn me into a cynic.
This post is a part of #ALPxGUN BlogHop #BollyExpress hosted by Alpana and PraGun and sponsored by – Unorthodoxpeeps, RangPotli, ExploreKidsWorld, SoulfulFood and, Praggatti Rao. When you have a Bollywood themed bloghop and my special song as one of the prompts, how could I not write on it!