2020..Be gentle, please.

The news broke out yesterday that Sushant Singh Rajput has died of suicide; at the age of 34; by hanging himself.

He was a famous, talented actor in the Indian film industry. For some unfathomable reason, this is feeling like a personal loss. Can’t take my mind away from it. Didn’t really follow him, wasn’t a big fan. Had watched his first movie ‘Kai Po Che!’, and remember really loving his part in it.

As any other Indian kid grown up around watching Bollywood movies, I too had know his background story. How he came from humble beginnings, how intelligent he was, with deep thoughts and how he had made it so far. And every time a person reaches great heights through hardships, knowing their story, you always root for them. Inadvertently. At the back of your mind.

So when this news hit the IG feed and group chats yesterday, it was shocking at the least. And I have been immersed in reading about it till now. To a point of exhaustion. It saddens me to think that, there came a moment in his life where he decided his life isn’t worth living. He sure must have tried every other outlet to reach this conclusion. It’s plain difficult for me to process that. His loved ones, their grief. His own anguish or helplessness that lead to this. And no matter how many discussions we have on mental health issues post his death or point fingers, it took a precious life to evoke this very heavy feeling in all of us. These troubled 3 am feelings. May he find his peace.

On that note, be kind friends. To yourself and to others.

SRK turns 50!

imageOkay, so I am this big fan of Shahrukh Khan. Not a fan by protocol though; I don’t collect his posters, or by heart his dialogues, nor have I watched his movies a zillion times. But I totally admire him to the very core. He is like this huge phenomenon in India. Some hate him, many love him; I am amongst those loyal breed of fans. “Good or bad, I’ll always root for you” sort of breed. And it is not an acquired taste. I have grown up watching his movies, uttering his corny movie dialogues, reading his boastful magazine interviews, defending him in front of my critical friends; if people would be like: he is losing his charm, my face would turn into a frown and my reaction: yeah, sure. You have a mouth, speak whatever! (mighty sensitive)

I hoot like a crazy woman every time I go to his movies. I listen to his interviews with utmost attention, as if I have to give an exam on it a day later. Some people grow on you and then you just want well for them, no matter what. So, blind adulation it is. All the way. <3.

And on his 50th, I treated myself with chocolate pastry(It is kind of my way to celebrate little occasions).

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