The name is enough to make anyone crazy. Mr.
Amitabh Bachchan. The one actor
and the wonderful human being that everyone dreams of meeting once in their
lifetime. Not many are as unlucky and as lucky as me. Let me tell you my story that reads like an
old English proverb “There's many a slip between the cup and the lip.. “
It is 1972 and its Raj Kamal Studios where
Jaya Bachchan is shooting for Piya Ka Ghar and we school girls are there to
watch the shooting. Standing in a line
to get an autograph…which by the way is not for me? So while the girls put down
their autograph books and she signs away talking to someone about Mr. Bachchan
having fever, I thrust my autograph book under her nose. She smiles, signs it
and tells us all to go and harass the hero Anil Dhawan, which we do. Come 1974, the film Majboor releases and a
friend and me find ourselves in the audience at the premier. I still remember
that day as I dressed up in my pink and purple floral sari all excited and
wondering where Mr. Bachchan was seated…and then the film ends and lo behold
walking down the aisle is the man himself and I scamper after him as he begins
to walk out of the door and as I close an
inevitable blooper happens…the pleats of my sari come unfold and I drop to the
ground….nahin..nahiiiiiiiiiiiiin.... it is too late. Mr. Bachchan has gone out
of the door and I shed silent tears. Of course, the outcome of this horrifying
moment is simple. I never wore a sari thereafter without pinning the pleats, ha
ha ha!
Many years later and I mean many many years
later in 2000, sitting at my desk at my bank I realise suddenly that colleagues
are running to the foyer and it turns out that Mr. Bachchan is in the
building. Everyone is down in the foyer
gathered to have a dekho. The security
control room has sprung into action and I being a volunteer as always find
myself lining up the employees who for once had forgotten the time and the
regular locals that they took home.
Every time the executive lift came down there would be a loud roar to a
disappointment and then it happened.
There was Mr. Bachchan with my Deputy Managing Director stepping out of
the lift. I remember till date the look
on Mr. Bachchan’s face of pure shock when he saw before him a serpentine pathway
of screaming employees. He drops his head down into his chin and as I walk
along side, I muster courage and say “Mr. Bachchan, please look up, They’ve
been waiting for hours to see you”. A slight look at me and he walks ahead to
the loudest noise I have ever heard a crowd make. Holding hands with the security staff we walk
behind Mr. Bachchan protecting him from the surging crowd of employees and as
he reaches the main door, my Deputy Managing Director turns to me as the chain
we have formed is being pushed against. “Hira, what is this, what is happening?”
she asks while I tell her “M’am, Mr. Bachchan is saying something to you”…but
she is so aghast that she keeps chiding me to control the employees... “M’am, it is
Mr. Bachchan, what did you expect?’ I say as she waves him goodbye and employees disperses.
Surprisingly when the advertisement for the
bank is shot in the foyer, the employees (not me) seem to have had their full
of him. Of course I watched him shoot
and enjoyed every moment of that day.
During those days, I took a promise from my superiors for a photograph
for my Saturday Kids Club children and yes that did happen too. Thereafter many
and events and many an opportunity to see Mr. Bachchan up close on stage but
none close enough for a photograph with him. Then I go on the sets of Kaun
Banega Crorepati thanks to my bank and once again it is so near and yet so far…
again!!!
One fine day my sister informs me that she is
designing the coffee table book of Mr, Bachchan ”To be or not to Be” but I’ll
be damned if she is ever going to get me to meet him. Yes, that’s my over the
top professional sister for you, who would rather be damned than letting this filmy crazy
keeda anywhere close to Mr. Bachchan. No
amount of pleading, threatening to disown her or begging worked and soon I gave
up but then a surprise was waiting for me.
On my next birthday one of the gifts that tumbled out was the
paperback with an autographed page by Mr. Bachchan ….scream… aaaaaaaa.. scream…
aaaaaaa…scream….a handwritten note in the inside cover of the book wishing ME
happy birthday…..again there is Mr. Bachchan but not there at all…..
As I mentioned before volunteering for events at
the bank was a done thing for me and I was known for being there at every opportunity
so it was not surprising that a colleague asked me to be present to assist his
team for a high profile event at the bank.
Yes, there I was being asked to escort Mrs. Jaya Bachchan to the event
area. Oh, I forgot to mention here that a week before this event Abhishek
Bachchan was shooting for Dhoom outside our bank walls. Of course I had to meet
him and did get to him and mention that I was the other sister. So here I am waiting and I decide to take a
trip of my uptight sister and I call her and say I am going to tell Mrs.
Bachchan that I am your sister to her banshee screaming and threats to disown
me for a change. As I walk with Mrs. Bachchan, she very sweetly asks my name
and yes I said it …I told her..... Later at dinner, my colleague shovea me in front of Mr.
Bachchan to say “Mr. Bachchan I must introduce you to this very hardworking
colleague ..blah blah…..” and we see Mrs. Bachchan nudging her husband to say “that’s
D……’s sister” . I can never forget those
mesmerising eyes looking at me…. So there it was again, so near and yet so far….
It is 2012 and Amitabh Bachchan is guest of honour at the
12th edition of River to River Florence Indian Film Festival in Italy and I am
there screaming my heart out once again rushing to him and shoving a diary
under his nose for an autograph (naughty me had pasted the birthday note on the page too) .....…Got it ….at last a photo in the same frame with
him…. I have done it Mr. Bachchan….I have done it…..It took me so many years to
get that one photo even though it is not the best one......but wait there is
more……am I blessed or what?
February 2015, on the sets of Comedy Nights
with Kapil Sharma deciding to behave like a good little girl for once, I am quietly watching the
shoot of the Shamitabh film promotion episode unfold before me, until one girl
gets up asking to dance with Mr. Bachchan. Somewhere another girl jumps and runs up ….and then another…. and another and yes, yes, I am also jumping onto that stage too…Mr.
Bachchan sings to mere angaane mein and when the song ends hugs
each one of us one by one....…oh my, oh my!!! I almost fainted with joy…..I got a hug from Mr.
Bachchan…....Mr. Bachchan hugged meeeeeeeeee….. yeah I did it…it happened......Janam safal hogaya ….at
last …..at last….
