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My mother was born and brought up in Hyderabad. She was a strong and beautiful

woman. She resembled Waheeda Rehman. My father also was extremely handsome. I

don't think I'm good-looking but they were a very good-looking couple. They met

incidentally under strange circumstances. Injured in a car accident, my mother needed

blood. My father who happened to be at the hospital at that time gave her blood. In

this process of helping my mother to revive, they fell in love. And though my father

was about eleven years older than my mother, her family consented because he had

sort of saved the family. In bringing up my sister Shehnaz and me, my parents never

made any difference, though I think my sister was closer to my parents because she is

six years older to me. I was born at a time when my parents weren't doing well

financially. But I don't remember facing any hardship on that account. My father was a

chief engineer. My mother was a social worker, a first class magistrate. She had

studied in Oxford. She was among the first few Muslim women to have achieved so

much. She has been an executive magistrate for the longest tenure recorded. She used to deal with juvenile delinquents. But I was not a stubborn kid.

But if I wanted something badly enough I would go out and get it. I was exposed to

the Ram Leela, I acted in it as one of the monkeys. I wrote short stories.. shairis.. my

father made me recite them. I remember once there was this aunt who wore

horrendously pink lipstick and I composed a corny poem in praise of her lipstick. I

think she was secretly pleased. My parents let me do my own thing, they only wanted

me to do well in my studies...which I did. There were no restrictions. I could sleep at

any time, go out anytime. If I bashed up some child's teeth, my father saw to it that I

dealt with the child's father myself... I realized that parents weren't authority but they

were friends. I would imitate Mumtaz, I would mimic people. I'm doing all this even today. And guess what? I'm being paid handsomely for it.

An outgoing kind of person, mom took a lot of initiative in everything. I remember

when my father was ill, he had cancer for eight months, we lost everything we had.

One injection used to cost about Rs 5000 and we had to organise about 23 injections

in ten days. It was an expensive affair and our business went down. At that time my

mother would work day and night. She would get the money some way. She really

looked after my father. After his death in '81 she revived his business and ran it

proficiently. I inherited workaholism from her. She never said no to anything. Like

when I went to college, I said I wanted a car. And the next day, there was a car

outside. She never forced me to do anything. She never even forced me to take over the big business that we had finally when she died.

When I told her I wanted to act, join films she did not stop me. I wanted to do my

masters in film making. I was very good. I had got admission in NSD. I didn't want to

do it but she told me, "just get admission". So I gave my admission test and got in. I

remember I used to be very bad in Hindi. I would get zero on ten. And she used to tell

me, "If you get ten on ten, I'll take you for a film". And from that day to date I have

topped in Hindi at all times I remember the first film she took me to see was Dev Anand's Joshilaa. Her favourite actors were Bishwajeet and Joy Mukherji.

I think I inherited my sense of humour from my father, who too had a lot of respect

for women. I remember once I had gone and blown somebody's letterbox. And this

south Indian lady came down and complained to my father, "Your son troubles my

daughter". He looked at her and said, "If she is as pretty as you are and if I was as

young as my son, I'd probably do the same thing". She started laughing. He said it so

gently and nicely. He was very respectful to women because he had an older sister

and a mother whom he was very close to. He taught me how to be gentle with women.

When my father died, I didn't cry. I thought it was heroic. I was one of the pall-

bearers, I thought I had become a little big man. But I felt cheated despite the fact

that he had prepared me for his death... And my mother's death made me realize that

nothing is permanent. I stopped hoping for anything. I cried a lot. Nothing shocks me anymore.

It was the most painful moment of my life, when my mother died in my arms. She had

become alright and suddenly she died. Just like Dad. Her blood had become septic. It

was very painful. The first time I prayed to God was when she lay dying. I never

prayed, that's the kind of family we were. A Muslim family that never forced you to pray. And it was the first time, I really prayed, but she died all the same.

I imbibed my basic values from her, learned a number of things from my mother. Like

never cut down on your expenditure, increase your income. That's why I'm a

spendthrift. Never acquire or want anything that has a bad feeling in it. In Urdu it is

called manhoosiyat. Like if you ask someone for money and he says, "nahin yaar kal

de dunga," just forget it. That's the reason why I still have not touched my mother's

money. Because I know she would not want it that way. I only took a television set

she had given me last when I came to Bombay. My property, my business, my cars,

everything is still in Delhi. I haven't taken anything because if she's not there to give it

to me, I don't want it. And she'll be happy if I don't take them and instead get it all on

my own. She also taught me not to hurt anyone. Like I said she would slap people if

she got angry with them, but she would love them at the same time. Neither she nor

my father have ever hit me. They were very gentle people. My mother behaved like a

true friend, when I told her I wanted to marry Gauri. Is she Muslim or Chinese? Nothing was asked.

My mother taught me how to act, some really sweet expressions. But what's most

important, she has given me my present philosophy of life. She has taught me that

nothing is permanent, including herself. So, enjoy what you have this moment, for it

can be taken away from you the next. Everything is transient. That is why I don't give

a damn to anything. It's a very macho way of putting it. But the whole rationale is that

if she could be taken away from me, then everything else can be taken away also. If I

can leave with her absence then I can live with the absence of stardom, money or

anything. And that is the closest you can come to being contended, you die. People

say the only cure for life is death. May be at that moment, that one second, when all

thoughts of worry leave your mind, you die. I kept giving my mother a lot of worry, so she couldn't die. I kept pleading, "please don't go".

I still believe she's there and she looks over me. Otherwise I would not have had all

that I have. She is my STD to God because there is nothing in this world that I want

and I don't get. I don't ask for anything for myself because she wouldn't like it. But

whenever I have to pray for someone who is poor, unwell or sad, I just tell my mother

and I'm sure she does something because most of the time something good works out. Whenever I'm very happy I cry, because I can't share my happiness with her.

My sister Shehnaz is very naïve and sweet. She is also very spoilt and pampered. I

love her a lot. I've grown in her shadow, as she was the older child in the house. I'd

look up to her. She is very quite now, after my parents demise. She stays with me.

She is an educated girl. She has done a management course; she used to work as an

officer for the Indira Gandhi memorial. She has also done her MBA in psychology. She

was extremely affected by our father's death. I was younger, so I think I got over

Dad's death sooner. By the time she accepted our Dad's absence, our mother died.

She went through a bad phase. She is my only connection to my parents. I see my

father and mother in her. I keep telling Shehnaz, "you are just like mummy". Even she

has her fits of anger. My mother still remains with me and my mother always taught

me to work, she said, "it will help to tide you over anything". I retained that. As for my

sister, before she could pick up this invaluable lesson, our mother expired. So she got

very clammed. She was an outgoing girl before, now she has become very quite and

silent. I still look up to her.

My one regret is that my mother never really saw my work as an actor. She wasn't

there when I won my first award. No, but she must have seen it. I miss her a lot. I

think she is a star. Whenever I feel too sad, I just go to the terrace and cry. And I

know she is watching me from somewhere. Because I wouldn't be what I am, had it not been for her blessings.

Gauri's parents were dead against the marriage. Her mother had threatened to commit

suicide. Her father called me over and said it wouldn't work out. For six years, we

carried on our relationship clandestinely. Once I even went to her birthday party

incognito. I used the name I was falled in Fauji - Abhimanyu. Her parents innocently

remarked that I looked like a distant relative of Mr Dilip Kumar. But when they got to know my identity later, all hell broke loose.

They are a typical Punjabi family. I was told that one of her uncles is very aggro. He

kept a sword hidden in his underclothes. But when I got to know him he turned out to

be a lamb. I managed to patao all her relatives one by one. I would take Gauri's

cousins to the disco. Gradually everyone liked me and all her mamas and mamis kept assuring me that her parents would come around.

Things weren't working out, Gauri was locked up at home, she would keep on telling

me, "Shah Rukh, you don't know my parents.. you take things so lightly" and I would

tell her that things would be allright. I'd tell her that 10 years down the line, we'd be

laughing about all the trying times. And that's just what we do today. Sometimes in

the nights, we sit and think about all that had happened and have a good laugh. But at

one point, the pressure did get to Gauri. She felt that I was stifling her with my possessiveness..

At one point of time, I was extremely possessive about Gauri. I would fight with her if

she wore a swimsuit to the pool or even if she left her hair loose. She looked very

pretty when she opened her hair and I didn't want other boys to look at her. It was

basically insecurity because we couldn't talk about our relationship. We didn't meet so often. But I was extremely insanely possessive.

Eventually she could not take it. She needed a break. So in 89, she just came down to

Mumbai with her friend without telling me. When I got to know I was frantic. The day

before she left, she came to meet me. It was her birthday and I had decorated my

room with balloons and bought her a lot of presents. When she came to meet me she

cried and I thought maybe she was overwrought because of all the tension. I confided

in my friends Ashish and Benny. I told my mother about it.. she told me to go and

bring back the girl I loved. She gave me Rs.10,000 and we all came to Mumbai. We

spent the first two days at a friend's house. The rest of the time we slept on the

footpath near Oberoi. I still remember we used to wash up in the Taj, the bathroom

behind 1900's was being done up at that time and we used to sneak in early mornings

for a wash.

We spent most of the time walking around looking for her everywhere especially the

beaches. Gauri loves beaches. But I didn't know much about Bombay then. On our last

day, here a met some Sardar taxiwala who spoke to us about Aksa beach. We took a

chance and went there. By then we had run out of money. I had sold off my camera

too. The cab dropped us to Aksa and we were left with 20 odd rupees. Then someone

told us of a beach called Gorai. So we took a ferry across, searched a lot but couldn't

find her. And then when we were coming back by rickshaw to reah the ferry on time,

around 12, I heard some people shouting. The rickshaw driver told us it was a private

beach (I was describing her to people, telling them about her hair, saying she's a

friend and I've lost her. I used to love her hairstyle. But she cut it just to spite me). I

told the rickshaw driver to take me to this beach. So we went and there she was.

Standing in the water, wearing a T-shirt. By then it didn't matter even if she wasn't

wearing anything. She came over and we hugged, and cried. It was then that I

realised I was being unreasonably possessive. I also realised that no one could ever love Gauri the way I loved her and that gave me tremendous confidence.

Our wedding took place in the strangest circumstances. We had already rung up

Gauri's parents from her aunt's place and told them that we were married.

Pandemonium broke loose, her mother stopped eating and the whole atmosphere at

their place was like a house in mourning. I entered to meet her father. I felt guilty. I

think when I spoke to them they realised that they had no other go but to take this

risk. I really identify with this feeling when I do a film like Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jaayenge.

I can understand Gauri's parents' apprehension. After all they were a Punjabi joint

family. About 15 people and Gauri was the youngest, the most sheltered one. Imagine

she anounces that she wants to get married to this ruffled looking guy belonging to

the wrong religion having a wrong attitude and working in the wrong profession. There

wasn't a right thing going for me. I don't blame them. They may have thought that

any day they would have got a better deal for Gauri. Let's put it this way. If my

daughter brought in somebody like me, I would hit the ceiling.

Her parents had seen me on television and were quite fond of me. But they thought

my name was Abhimanyu and then they got to know that I am Shah Rukh Khan. Then

her brother would keep on threatening me in his best Amrish Puri voice "Keep away

from my sister or else..." Finally when I saw him I was in for a shock. He was this fair

kid with blue eyes not even remotely intimidating. In fact when my friend Ashok saw

him he said "There must be more to him yaar, he sounds real deadly on the phone."

We never wanted to go against the wishes of our parents. The thought of eloping

never crossed our minds. But we knew that we'd get married for sure. When I met

Gauri's parents I just couldn't get myself to say that I loved their daughter. That I

thought was a stupid thing to say... because I could never love their daughter as much

as they loved her. They had given birth to and brought up Gauri... my love could never

be a substitute for their love.

I had a Hindu style wedding as well as a court marriage. Court marriage is a must if

it's an inter-religion marriage. You are supposed to do it on the sly and then wait for a

month or so but it was out within three days that I am getting married to a girl called

Gauri. There was a problem because some Muslim organizations thought that I

shouldn't get married to a Hindu so there were morchas outside my house. This was

very ironic because my mom was a social worker and special executive magistrate so

she used to organise about 25 intercaste marriages at our house. We wanted it to be a

short and sweet wedding but Gauri's parents wanted it in a typical Hindu fashion. And

then I relented because I thought what the hell you get married only once in a lifetime. At least I thought I will.

Normally the dulha comes on the ghoda and he isn't supposed to see his bride till the pheras are over. But the car that was supposed to pick her up after her make-up was done, conked out. Then panic struck because the mahurat was at a fixed time so I picked her up, dropped her, went back and returned on a horse. And then halfway through, I changed over from the horse to an elephant. Climbing the elephant was a major problem, my friends pushed me up.

When my mother was alive, she used to call me anti-social, I used to never attend any functions or weddings. My mother used to always warn me that nobody would come for my wedding. I decided to have all the fun I could at my own wedding so I danced for the one kilometer stretch to the venue. At the wedding I stood on my toes and wouldn't let Gauri put the haar round my neck. All my friends know I have a sense of humour so they kept warning me repeatedly "Shah Rukh don't poke any fun there because you won't mean anything but people will misunderstand." As this was my only chance to see a wedding from such close proximity, whatever the pandit said I'd ask him to explain. And the whole ritual went on for hours. So my friend who'd warned me earlier kept telling me not to get this serious. Then there was some ritual that required Gauri to wash my feet and I didn't want her to do it. When it was time for the bidaai Gauri sat in the car and started crying. Soon her mother started crying, her father and brother followed. So then

in all seriousness I said if you are all feeling so bad then you can keep her I'll come and see her regularly.

Since we are from different religions and me being the way I am (when they look at me nobody can ever think that I can be responsible about life) I could imagine how insecure her parents were feeling.

For the first time after knowing each other for seven years we spent the night together. Before this we'd always be worried whenever we went out even if it was for a stroll, as to what if somebody sees us. It was quite an exciting feeling that we were sleeping together and that when I wake up in the morning, she will be there.

Can you believe the next evening I took a flight back Bombay and the day after that I shot for Dil Aashna Hai. Actually I had gone on the sets because the unit wanted to congratulate me but they asked me to shoot one shot and before I knew it, one shot became five and I was late in coming back home and we had a big fight.

Very few guests came from the film industry - Rajiv Mehra, Vivek Vaswani, Aziz Mirza and G.P. Sippy. Juhi and her mom had a party for us when we came to Bombay. All of Gauri's friends came for the marriage. Mine was a house-in-mourning, so there wasn't any festivity.

I wore my Raju Ban Gaya Gentleman suits. At the sangeet and all I was the life of the party because the atmosphere was so gloomy I really decided to make things look a little more cheerful. In fact Gauri's mom is a good dancer and the life of any party but she wasn't dancing at her own daughter's sangeet. By the end of the wedding everyone grew very fond of me.

In the gifts there were none of the things that I wanted. No computer games. People are so stupid, they should give me what I want. Instead, they gave a lot of crystal.

Gauri's father had arranged an army band that played the songs from my forthcoming releases, mainly Deewana and Raju Ban Gaya Gentleman.

It was the first time I wore suits and the first sign of Gauri's mother thawing was when she told me that we never thought you were so nice looking. I wore a tuxedo for my reception and I gelled my hair.

My logic was that the person who should enjoy the most at my wedding should be me.......

I respect Gauri, because she is a woman and she is going to be a mother soon. If it's a boy, I want him to be a badmash. He should do all the bad things by the time he is 16, so that he can sober down after that. If I have a daughter, I'll give her all the love that's stored within me. Though my wife thinks I'm mad, I know I'll drop my daughter to the parties she's invited to. I'll want her friends to say, "Wow what a handsome father you have!" When she's with her boyfriend in the backseat of our car, I'll be at the wheel, driving her around. My parents were my yaars. Similarly, I'll be my baby's best buddy. I love Gaurima because she is so honest and she complements me. Gauri teaches me

how to be diplomatic. She keeps telling me that I say too many things and that I should not. Because people don't know me well enough and then they completely misconstrue what I've said. So, it's better to keep shut. She had taught me to switch the lights off before going to bed, To have dinner at the proper place, to put my clothes in the proper place, she has taught me how to dress up well too. She has turned me from an animal to a man. She spoils me a lot. She is the stabilizing factor in my life. I would go haywire because I am an extremist. And its not my achievements, for which she respects or likes me. She likes me because I make her laugh. And boy, do I make her laugh!

603, Amrit Bandra(west), Mumbai 400050, INDIA.

(Longer Edition)

Biography - Part I

A Legend Is Born

On 2nd November 1965 a normal occurrence happened at the Talwar Nursing Home in New

Delhi. Just like many newborns, I was born with the umbilical cord entangled around my neck. A

nurse said that it was by the blessings of Hanuman and that I would be a very lucky child. I don’t

know if I believe in it but it is the one thing I was told by my parents about my birth that I

remember.

We lived in Rajinder Nagar, I even remember the house number it was F-442. I have vague

memories of my playschool, I think it was called Tiny Tots and was right next to our house.

After playschool I began my formal education at St. Columba's High School, New Delhi. It was

near Gole market, run by Irish brothers who believed in discipline and a very high standard of

education.

I can recall my first day and the teacher who interviewed me, Mrs. Bala, asked me to tell her

what my father’s profession was. And at that point my father had a transportation business, I had

seen him dealing with tempos, trucks, etc. I believed anyone having anything to do with vehicles

was a driver. So I replied that my dad was a tempo driver. Mrs. Bala told me that I had very cute

dimples and then asked me to kiss her. That was my first kiss. Oh yes, and I was admitted to the

school.

We were given black and golden stars for our behaviour and test results. Five black stars meant

lying across Mrs. Bala’s lap and getting spanked three times, I think. Being quite naughty I was

spanked a lot. I wish the same treatment was meted out to me even now. Looking back one

realizes that what one thought punishment was actually quite pleasurable.

Overall my early years of schooling were quite wonderful. I had my share of spanking, and was

often made to stand in the corner with my finger on the lips. I was forced by my teacher to learn

how to swim by being thrown into the water and expected to survive with gallons of water in my

stomach, eyes and ears. Till date I hate swimming…and my teacher for subjecting me to this

torture.

But all said and done I love all my teachers. They were very kind and sweet. I guess the essence

of one’s life is developed during these formative years. And I feel I had the best formative years

because of the nice teachers I had.

Here’s to all of them…good morning ma’am and thank you ma’am.

Incidents & Accidents

One important turning point in my life occurred because I was very bad in Hindi. I used to get 2

or 3 on 10 and always failed in this subject. Once, my mother told me that if I got full marks in

Hindi she would take me to see a Hindi film in the theatre. I had never been to a movie hall

before. So I stayed up all night and studied my butt off and managed to get full marks and my

mother took me to see my first Hindi film, in a theatre.

Two things happened because of this incident. One, I became quite the Hindi pundit and later

always did very well in Hindi. And secondly, I got the feel for Hindi films. My command over

the language helps me immensely to essay my roles in films today. The moral of the story is, if

your mom tells you to study hard, do it. You may just become a film star and your education will

help you one helluva lot. But if your mother is insisting on anthropology or biochemistry or

perhaps aromatic therapy, then ignore her.

I remember sitting on the wall and blowing flying kisses to the schoolgirls passing by. Once a girl

came complaining to my dad but my father was sure that it could not be me as I was too young.

He made the girl wait so that she could see me and realise that it was the neighbour’s son who

was teasing her and not me. But to my father’s embarrassment I walked in without my pants on

and on seeing the girl blew her a flying kiss and told my dad that this was my sweetheart. This

was the first and last girl I ever made a pass to.

St. Columba's School

Right or wrong…east or west, my school is the best. St. Columba's was a strict disciplinarian

school run by Irish brothers. One could not wear the wrong uniform or grow their hair beyond a

certain length. Many a times I had to get my hair cut in front of the whole assembly of students

early in the morning. The barber used to be from a nearby street-side shop who hadn’t bathed or

brushed his teeth. He was as sorry to be there as I was to be sitting on his uncomfortable chair.

And before beginning his hack job, he would ask if I wanted a Dharmendra or an Amitabh cut.

By the time he was through, I just hoped I didn’t look like a porcupine or a pineapple. My hair

never recovered from these frequent attacks. ;-) This truly is the secret of my hairstyle, if one can

call it that.

I was quite a good student, though I never studied throughout the year. The only time I studied

was the night before the exam, when I wouldn’t sleep a wink and go straight for the exam. I did

rather well and this gave me the opportunity to do a whole lot of interesting stuff in school.

In School…

My favourite soccer stars are Socrates, Pele, Maradona and Mattheus. And I loved Aslam Sher

Khan and wanted to be like him and represent the country.

Electronics was my favourite subject at my A levels, and I think I got the highest marks in it

when I passed out.

Mathematics was my weakest subject in school and I still have a problem with numbers. So much

so if someone tells me a phone number I have to ask for it several times before I can write it

down on paper. I even forget my office and residence phone number.

English, and especially Shakespeare, was my other favourite.

Mumtaz…

Mumtaz was my absolute favourite. We used to listen to the radio at night and this is when all my

dancing abilities were best showcased. One had to just tell me that the song on radio was from a

Mumtaz film and I would move 20 frames per second, like the way people move in the old

Charlie Chaplin films.

I loved the way she moved her hips. I think nobody in this world can be as beautiful a sight as she

used to be. She was sensual, innocent, naughty and very energetic, all at the same time. She was

the first personality I mimicked. I loved to walk like her and dance like her.

Usually actors have very important personalities and performers as their idols. Mine was

Mumtaz. Not to say that she was unimportant or not special. What I mean is that for a guy she

was an unconventional role model. To me she was the single most important cause of my tilt

towards anything that had vaguely to do with the performing arts.

My favourite song used to be from a Shammi Kapoor film, Brahmachari. Its lyrics still intrigue

me: “Chakke pe chakka, chakke mein gaadi, gaadi pe nikli apni swaari...” Anyone who can

explain the meaning of "chakke" to me, please send me an e-mail. (If you're serious about this,

you can get the email address at www.srkworld.com!)

My Father

My father, Mir Taj Mohammed, was 10 years older to my mother, Fatima, and therefore much

older to me. I remember him as a gentle giant - 6’2” tall with typically Pathan good looks, grey

eyes and brown hair. But he was very well-read and well educated too. He did MA, LLB and

knew six languages - Persian, Sanskrit, Pushtu, Punjabi, Hindi and English. He was, in his time,

the youngest freedom fighter.

Even today whenever I bump into people who knew him, they talk about his sense of humour,

and how he was a gentleman. And I remember the same about him. I wish I could be like him or

bring up my child in the same way that he brought us up but I don’t know if I will be able to

because I am more temperamental than he was.

Somehow, my sister and I listened to him more than we listened to our mother. He was gentler

than her. Of course, my mother loved us too but with my father we were friends. We used to sit

for hours and listen to him talk on various topics. We used to call each other ‘yaar’. I did call him

‘papa’ but yaar was used more often. Probably because he never cajoled or pampered us like

people do their children but instead, always treated us as individuals, as adults. It was always

one-to-one.

My father had a great sense of humour. We used to stay on the top floor of our building. Once, an

old couple staying on the ground floor complained to my father, “Upar se cheese neeche aati

hai.” My father laughed at the comment and said, “Newton discovered that long ago."

In another incident, I was teasing a south Indian girl next door by blowing up their letter boxes.

Her mother came home to complain and my father opened the door. The lady could not speak

Hindi well and she said, “Aapka ladka ladki ko chedta hai meri.” He replied, “Is she as pretty as

you are?” She said, “What?” My father repeated his question. She replied, “Yes…” My father

said, “Then I don’t blame him. If I had met you earlier even I would have been after you!” She

smiled.

Besides his sense of humour, another quality I have imbibed from my father is his passion for

reading. My father was a very good human being. I try to imbibe that too. I think I have inherited

his goodness, though not to the full extent. The only aspect I didn’t inherit was his love for

gardening. My father even enjoyed talking to flowers but I have never done that. Perhaps when I

am older…

I have definitely inherited my absent-mindedness from my father. I have seen him walk out of the

house in just a shirt, shoes, socks - without his pants! He would eat his breakfast in the toilet! He

would just forget he was in there. I too forget names, I forget to eat sometimes. But where work

is concerned I do not forget anything.

My father never screamed or shouted at my sister and me. My mother did that; even fulfilling his

quota. He never hit us but scolded us once or twice. Even if he got serious for even a second, it

would scare me but after a while he would laugh it off. He once told me, “Shit, I can’t even get

angry with you.”

In another incident, he told me, “Look, your sister is now supposed to be studying. So I will go

into her room and throw the novel she is reading, out of the window. You go and get the novel

back.” He went, shouted at her and threw the book out. It was a joke and his method to tell us

what is to be done.

My dad had a hot temper, not like an Army officer, but he liked correct behaviour. He didn’t

expect me to get up and touch the feet of elders but a certain kind of respect had to be shown

towards them. Even today if an elderly person is seated next to me, I cannot keep my feet on the

table. He never told me not to do so. His persona made me realize that I should not do it.

One routine which formed on its own was my dad giving me milk in the morning. It started

because my mother could not get up sometimes. Then it became a routine. He would warm the

milk and give me but later decided against it. So every morning we would we would walk to the

Mother Diary booth (a milk dispenser typical of Delhi). He would insert a token and I would cup

my hands and drink milk directly.

I never got irritated or angry with my father. In fact, I used to love watching my father come

home in the evening. My dog would react to him when he was 15-20 feet away from the house. I

would rush down take his bag and walk back with him or pick him at the bus stop if he came in a

bus or car.

Because of my father, every activity in the house, every duty, was transformed into a game. He

charged us with the idea that we were doing such-and-such work because we were having fun.

Because of this, I find work fun. That is why, I guess, I’m so energetic. I enjoy small things like

sitting and watching a squirrel climb a tree or sleeping on the terrace in the Delhi summers. It

becomes a game for me - the best thing that could happen to me that day.

At four years of age, my father taught me that I alone would have to deal with my screw-ups. I

was very naughty in school and in the colony and I regularly got into trouble. Once, during a

game, I threw a rock at a boy called Tara. The rock bounced on the ground, hit his face and broke

his teeth. He began bleeding. We were very scared. I had not done it on purpose. The boy’s father

got drunk in the night and armed with a knife, came knocking on our door. As soon as my father

opened the door, that man began abusing and screaming: “Your son hurt my son. I’ll kill him.”

He was a rowdy kind of a guy but my dad asked him if he wished to speak to me! Imagine, there

was this drunk person with a knife in his hand and my father sent me to speak to him! My father

closed the door, came inside and questioned me, “Shah Rukh, have you hurt somebody?” I said,

“Yeah.” My mother was hyper but he coolly said, “He is standing outside, go deal with him.” I

told Tara’s father, “Uncle I am really sorry. I didn’t mean to harm Tara. It just happened.” I was

literally in tears. Of course he didn’t mean to hurt me. My father had that much confidence in

human nature, I guess. Dad later opened the door and asked if everything was sorted out. He told

that man, “If you have a problem with me, you talk to me. If you have problem with my son, you

talk to him.” I could have taken my father’s stand to mean that he didn’t want to stand by me, but

I realised that it was his very nice way of teaching me that if I got into trouble, I would have to

sort it out myself.

My dad taught me that in the long run, honesty always pays. In my school, St Columba’s,

whenever we took a day off we had to submit a leave letter or we would get caned. My father

never stopped me from doing anything. If I said, “I don’t want to go to school today,” he would

say, “If you don’t feel up to it, it’s okay.” And he would give me a leave letter next day.

One day, he called me and said, “Today you go to school and tell your teacher that you don’t

have any excuse for being absent yesterday. I used to be really scared of Brother Morris, our tall,

well-built Irish teacher. When he caned us, it really hurt. I told him, “My father normally gives

me the letter but today he didn’t. Not because he did not want to but he said I have no excuse for

not coming yesterday.” Brother said, “That’s the right attitude. At least you did not lie. You were

honest.” And he let me go. My father had seen the whole world and had wonderful experiences in

his life. He had fought for the freedom of the country, joined Khan Abdul Gaffar Khan, fought

the elections against Maulana Abdul Kalam Azad and lost. He enjoyed the fact that he had lost

even his zamanat, perhaps he was happy to lose to a great person. When he was 16 years old, he

left his home in Peshawar and walked to Kashmir, India. He studied law in a girl’s college, in

Delhi. He had no place to stay, so he went to the principal, an Englishman and asked him to let

him stay in the hostel. There he was the only guy. It was illegal. He said he pulled it off because

he was a charming and decent guy.

Biography - Part II

After college, he did not become a lawyer because he felt he could not be totally honest with

himself and others as a lawyer. He was offered many political posts as he was close to the

Gandhis. But he did not accept any help. All his other friends became ministers and MLAs. But

my father used to travel in a bus with his briefcase, though we were well-to-do. He was a very

simple man and lived a simple life.

My dad dabbled in different businesses. He had a thriving furniture business. Then he was into

transportation and had tempos and trucks in Gurgaon. That closed down too as most of his

partners cheated him. He was too trusting and honest. This was before I was born so I don’t know

much about it. When I was born, he was going through a very low phase. Later, he went into

restaurants and hotels. He did everything on his own instead of taking advantage of being a

freedom fighter or utilising his political connections.

He died when I was 15. We went on a holiday. And going for a holiday with my father was not to

enjoy your stay in luxurious hotels, sight-seeing and eating various delicacies. It means roughing

it out. We went to Itanagar and drove in a jonga (a four-wheeler driven in Pakistan then) to

Lahore. From Lahore we sat in really crowded tempo and travelled for hours to Peshawar. We

stayed in a uncomfortable hotel as we had not made reservations beforehand. My father wanted

to keep us in touch with reality. Even though I was educated in a sophisticated Irish School, I am

down-to-earth. I have read varied books, done my Masters and am a star, but I feel in touch with

reality. I don’t think like a star and feel that I should not meet XYZ people. That has been

imbibed from my dad.

My Mother, on the other hand, wanted me to have all comforts. She bought me a car but my dad

said, “If you have the money, get it.” He always taught me that one should do things on his own.

Once I asked him whether I could travel 20 kms on cycle. He said, “Why ask me? If you think

you can do it, go ahead. When I was your age I climbed Mt K2 without asking my parents.” He

made me realise that material gains are more or less superficial. If you have them, very good, but

if you don’t have them, then it is not the end of your life. He had seen both sides of the coin. He

had been well off and then the business was not good. He could survive, in either a bus or in a

Mercedes. He was that kind of a person.

My parents never forced anything on to me. They told me, “Read the Quran if you feel like. Read

the Gita and the Bible also.” I have read everything. All the religious festivals were to be attended

only if I felt like. Like the Id namaz. It was never a compulsion that, “Oh God! I have to go and

read the namaz on Friday.” I was very keen to do it. I find a lot of people saying, “Oh God! It’s

rakhi today. I’ve to go home.” It was never like that with me. If it was Id, it was meant to be an

enjoyable day off.

I find it very strange when I hear a parent saying, “Let’s have a discussion son on what you are

going to be.” I think that very British, pompous and uncalled-for. It should happen naturally. I

was never asked, “Which line do you want to get into?” I would never do that with my kid. If I

said, “I want to be an engineer,” the reply would be, “Ok get into it.” I was never forced to handle

my father business. My mother was running it after my father died. Eventually, I never ran the

business. I would occasionally run an errand like going to the bank or whatever. We had a big

business at that time. It was an oil company.

In the film line, he knew Dilip saab, Motilal and many others. In fact, he knew Anil Kapoor’s

father very well. He used to tell me, “If you want to join films, I will tell SK Kapoor to make you

an actor.” I remember they were launching Woh Saat Din at that time and my dad said, “If you

ever go to Bombay, meet him.” I came and met the wrong SK Kapoor. Just recently, SK Kapoor

saab gave me a few photographs of my father.

He told us, “Whatever you do, do it to the best of your capability.” That kind of concentration

was taught to me. Also, due to the freedom I had as a child, I did not get into any bad habits.

Even today, I don’t like to be told what to do, what not to do. I think you have to understand your

responsibilities. Responsibility cannot be taught. I think taught responsibilities are too formal, too

mannered. One should know he will be responsible for himself.

Very few people know I used to write what I thought were Urdu couplets. Coming from an

Islamic family everyone around spoke in Urdu. My father would read out bedtime stories in Urdu

and sometimes also recite the poems of Ghalib and Iqbal to us. I guess my interest arose in

writing such couplets because of this. My father encouraged me to think of couplets and write

these poems. He even made a book in which he would pen down all that I recited, in his own

hand in Urdu. I still have it with me. It is one of my fondest possessions. When he died there was

no one to pen down my poems in that book. I didn't really ever learn to write Urdu. I sometimes

have friends who can read Urdu read it out to me. I find the couplets and poems very amateurish

and childish. But all the same the book, which is known as a diwan in Urdu, is my fondest link

with my father.

When my father died, I didn't cry. I thought it was heroic. I was one of the pall-bearers and

thought I had become a little big man. But I felt cheated despite the fact that he had prepared me

for his death.

Learning all along…

Hans Raj College

New Delhi.

Graduation in Economic Honours

After getting so many awards in school I believed that I would get admission in the best college

of Delhi. I did not want to continue with science and instead wanted to switch over to economics.

That entailed a cut in my percentage and strangely, I hadn’t scored well in my favourite subject,

English. This is one of my life’s greatest mysteries because I thought my English paper had been

the best. In fact, boys who borrowed my notes on Shakespeare and studied Thomas Hardy from

me got higher marks than I did. It was also the first lesson in life I learnt that one cannot be sure

or confident about one’s best efforts either. As sometimes your best is just not good enough. And

that is one truth I live by even today. One should not get disappointed but try harder next time.

Anyway, I did not get admitted to the so-called best institute and the principal was rather rude to

me when I showed him my awards and certificates. It was my first brush with the realities of the

world. You are nobody in the larger scheme of things. The best student of the top school in Delhi

was not good enough to be a part of the best college in Delhi.

I decided that if I was not going to get the best I would try and make best of what was being

offered. I took admission in the first college that accepted me, and it happened to be Hans Raj

College, Delhi University. I also shifted from science to economics. The logic being I wanted my

education to be such that I could understand every page of the newspaper. I really enjoyed the

supply and demand theory… and national income accounting. Also I made sure that the marks I

got in my exams were comparable to the highest marks in the so-called best college of Delhi.

I continued playing football, hockey and cricket in college. Though I wanted to pursue my

interest in sports my back injury and an arthritis-ruptured right knee would not allow me to. This

was the time when I also did my first T.V. series Fauji and Dil Dariya.

Teaching grounds…

I went on to do my Masters from the mass communication research center, Jamia Milia Islamia.

This course claims to train you in filmmaking and journalism. I did my first year and was doing

very well because I always wanted to make advertising films. Short films till date hold a strange

fascination for me. So much to be said and such little time. Somewhat like life itself. Again the

vice principal did not like the fact that I was dabbling with theater, television and production

work for short films outside the college in my free time. He told me one day that since my

attendance was not upto the mark he would prefer me not taking the final exams. Attendance was

not the issue as I had done an extra project so I felt very disturbed. His logic was inexplicable. He

felt everything was going rather smooth for me and I should get to face a few hardships. Being

requested off the college was his way of preparing me for the real world. I packed my bags and

decided I would learn how to make films and only go back to that institute when they called me

to give a guest lecture on filmmaking. I am still working towards that.

So much for my education. All in all I did learn to read the newspaper from cover to cover. I also

learned that if you want to learn about anything, find books on the subject and try and understand

them yourself. Do not ask others to teach you. If after trying sincerely, you still don’t, then ask

for help. Also read books on all subjects, even the ones you are not interested in. Education to me

means being aware of everything that happens around us. That’s all.

The Beginning

‘Vivid’ Bharti…

I started showing my inclination towards anything remotely connected with acting at a very early

age. I remember we had an old radio, I think it was called a radiogram in those days. It weighed

kilos and I still wonder why the modest ‘gram’ is attached to its name. Television wasn't a way of

life then. I am talking about the early seventies, when the refrigerator was not kept in the kitchen

but instead held center stage in the living room. Our main source of entertainment used to be this

boxy and knobby radio. My parents would put on Vividh Bharti and sit around it in the evenings

to listen to songs and the news. Once the news was over I usually took over. I loved to dance to

the music. My parents would turn up the volume and I would do some really frantic dances. My

dance was a cross between the twist, the tango and an acute epileptic fit. Lately I have seen this

kind of dance in discos and Ricky Martin videos. Sometimes, when I am alone I take pride in the

fact that I was the inventor of this completely inexplicable set of movements. I used to dance best

to any song that I was told was picturised on Mumtaz.

Circus

Circus was a great experience. I had never travelled so much in my life. We went all over

Maharashtra and areas in Goa over a three-month period. I got to see life in the circus at close

quarters. Here was an art form quite akin to mine and the performers showed the kind of

dedication and hard work which one seldom sees in any other workplace. It involved an element

of sports, which made me really identify with the whole set up. We would shoot at all odd hours

in between the show timings. We would start when the circus packed up at about ten at night. We

would continue shooting throughout the night till nine in the morning, when the shows would

start again.

Life is a circus was gruelling. It was a common sight to see an eight-year-old kid holding his

broken arm and being taken away from practice. Girls would stay separately and boys would be

in a different corner of the dera, as the quarters were called. Girls were allowed to leave the

premises only once a week and three girls went at a time with a headmistress to buy vegetables.

Love stories or love between the performers was a strict no-no but they still found very

interesting ways of having affairs and romances. An item where a girl would balance a little boy

and girl in a barrel, on her feet, was their love letters postal service. The little boy and girl would

exchange love notes while inside the drum and carry it back to their quarters at the end of the

show.

Also, the bathrooms had a common wall. So a method was devised vis-a-vis the matching

couples would end up at the same time on the either side of the wall and whisper sweet nothings

to each other. All these wonderful moments under the same roof where the same people enacted

death defying stunts every day. Their main aim in life was to become trapeze artists, that's all.

Many died or got maimed in this quest. It was a common sight to see armless janitors working

around. They were one-time lion tamers who got their arms bitten off. Now they knew nothing

else apart from performing so they stuck on, doing odd jobs here. Their training started early in

life, and by time they grew up the only thing they knew were scary stunts. It is a lot like an actor,

once an actor always an actor. I think this is where it set in my heart that I would also pursue my

career in the same vein. Not to think of an alternative, just work towards being an actor. I wanted

to fly, free as a bird, not bound by any consideration, but the independence of expression - I

wanted to be a trapeze artist also. I learnt the maxim of acting from my time spent in the circus:

"Ho gaya to kartab, gir gaye, mar gaye toh haadsa" - If you can pull it off, it's a performance, if

not it was just an accident, try and do it again and again till one day you die.

It was with this training from greats, these lessons in acting and performing from some wonderful

co-actors and friends and a lot of energy and hope that I armed my self with, that I decided to

work in films.

Dil Darya

This serial was based in Punjab. It was a story of a Sikh and Hindu family who are neighbours

and best of friends. The strife in relationships occur within this loving atmosphere because of the

prevailing tensions in Punjab. The serial was directed by perhaps one of the best directors in our

film industry, Mr. Lekh Tandon.

It was a major learning experience for me. The serial was highly emotional and required a lot of

crying and heartfelt emotional acting. It became quite an exercise for me to relate to absolutely

basic Indian emotions coming from a rather westernized school of acting. Mr. Tandon, or Lekhji,

as I call him, really helped me a lot to just get over the inhibitions and relate to a louder set of

emotions and overall acting style which was required for the role.

Fauji

Fauji was based on a set of young jawans and their personal relationships and problems in the

army. Its main thrust was youth. The Colonel himself was a very jovial and fun loving person. He

did not believe that army should be shown as a serious outfit of angry soldiers fighting. He

wanted everyone to identify with the characters and feel that anyone could be a part of the army.

He wanted to portray a side which would inspire people to join the army and think of fighting for

the country a matter of honour, without getting alienated from reality. He was quite a visionary, I

think. He managed to create a young, upbeat atmosphere around the entire army backdrop.

Nobody since then has been able capture that kind of mix between youth and the army. I think

that in essence this was also the reason for my rise to popularity, I was amazed at the way people

started recognizing me on the streets. At that time I had just joined college and honestly it was

quite a thrill to have become a sort of a celebrity. I think lots of people in Bombay also noticed

me on this serial and I started to get offers for movies. This was when I first saw the smiles that I

could bring to the faces of people when they saw me on the roads.

An interesting aspect of working in Fauji was the physical training we got from the police and the

army. The best part was when we were made to train for the parachute jumps. The training

entailed practicing swinging, taking on positions while descending in the air, etc. The training

culminated in a free fall of about 80 feet, with only a small wire attached to a pulley. This

contraption, I think, is called the fan descender. When my turn came to jump the instructor told

me to land with my body facing the crew standing below. He felt I would be so scared by the

time I landed that I would pee in my pants. Well I did the jump... and ended facing the camera

crew. No Problem. Later on, I went on to do jumps from fifteen-twenty storeys in my films with

the same kind of contraption, the most recent one being for Phir Bhi Dil Hai Hindustani. This is a

case in point that no experience that you have in life can ever be wasted.

Biography - Part III

Both Fauji and Dil Dariya were made in Delhi. They got a very high rating and I was being

recognized as a well-known TV star. Around the same time there were some other very nice

serials like Nukkad, Tamas, Yeh Jo Hai Zindagi and Buniyaad being made. All these were made

in Bombay and obviously had bigger production values than the ones made in Delhi. I had been

offered a few films from Bombay, but my mind was not set at that time. I just wanted to act and I

was very happy with my theatre and serials. At this time I got an offer to work with a Bombay

based serial production house. The production was called Iskra Rogopag and had its helm Saeed

Mirza, Kundan Shah and Aziz Mirza. They were big names on television and also in films.

Kundan Shah had already made one of my favourite films, Jaane Bhi Do Yaaron. I was offered a

two-episode part in their serial, to be directed by Vikas, another very famous director, and was

quite delighted. I was on the next flight to Bombay, hoping to learn in the great city of Bombay.

The serial was also coincidentally called Ummeed.

My first day’s experience was quite interesting. Before this, all the work I had done was with a

group of youngsters in Delhi. There used to be a camera and a recorder and it was shot in

available light outdoors. Suddenly, I was exposed to huge lights with strange names like HMI and

Baby. It was quite a shock to hear a lightman yell out "Baby ki mundi kaat ke laa", which meant

bring the light, which was called the Baby, without its stand.

There was online editing and playback songs, all new to me. Everything was very professional

and large. And yes, there were retakes. Normally in Delhi one retook a shot only when one

messed up the lines, but here, just to get the performance right, Vikas would have fifteen retakes.

I remember the first day after pack up I had a long chat with myself. It seemed to me that I was

the worst actor on earth because I had to do one shot so many times. It seemed like a great let

down from my starry Fauji days. I felt I was not cut out to be an actor. Vikas sat with me and

convinced me that this whole exercise is not only because of me but he also needed it sometimes

to get his shot and conception right. He was really sweet about the whole thing.

I write about this because sometimes actors do begin to feel that they know everything, and

suddenly you realize that acting is something that keeps on growing as much as you want it to. If

I had stopped believing in myself then, I would have never grown. You have to believe that every

time you express yourself, something new is to be learnt... the process never stops till you stop

acting.

Actually most of the early TV I did was by default. Lekh Tandon had originally cast an actor by

the name of Raja Bundela to play the part which I finally did in Dil Dariya. The serials of Iskra

Rogopak had an in-house hero in Pawan Malhotra. Normally he would be cast for the roles in

Ummeed and later on Circus, but he was very busy with Saeed Mirza's film Bagh Bahadur, so the

roles came to me. Somewhere down the line, like I said, what you are meant to be happens to you

somehow or the other. Most of the film offers I got were because people were beginning to see

me on the TV playing roles which could fit in the mould of a Hindi film hero. Actually the serial

that made me popular as a hero was Circus.

While working on Ummeed I got very close to Kundan's and Aziz's family. I started staying with

them in their house. His wife and children became like a family to me. They were really nice to

me and I started to feel like I have someone of my own in the big bad Bombay. Aziz is like a

father to me. And while working on Ummeed he asked me if I would like to work on a 19-part

serial based on the life in a Circus. By now I had been exposed to the high standards of work that

Iskra Rogopak followed. I am not saying that Delhi serials were not good but it was a different

ball game in Bombay. Everything was bigger and better... it was more like making films. I said

yes to the offer and was soon travelling all over India with Apollo Circus to shoot the serial.

I believe…

Some felt my looks were not adequate to make it as a romantic hero. One producer of mine still

insists that my “hair is like a bear’s”. I never felt bad about what they said. Because I believed. I

believed that I would finally look my part in my films. I knew that I am no Greek God in the

looks department, but I thought I would project an inner beauty on the screen which people

would be able to see and understand. Even now I am not a vain person, because I firmly believe

that beauty lies in the eye of the beholder. My mother thought I was very good looking. I wish

that producer could meet up with her and she’d show him who looked like a bear just before she

hung him on the clothes line to dry.

I believe that when you are in love, your partner is the most beautiful person in the world. I

believe I can have a love story with my audience. I can love them and love them a lot. Even then,

I was sure that they would realize this love and love me back. And once they were in love they

would find me nice, whether I was Adonis or not.

I believed that when my audience would come to see me I was not going to present to them a

well-sculpted, well-groomed piece of wax. I would not and I could not. Instead I would hold up a

mirror to them and show them how they would look doing what I was doing. I wasn't here to

show off my talents and whatever I had in the looks department and ask for admiration and

appreciation. I was here to ask for love. I was here to woo them not impress them. I was here to

make them realize that I am just one of them, like them, except that my job puts me in different

situations and stories. And if I was able to hold up this mirror to everyone I was sure my audience

would appreciate me because they would reciprocate their love to one of their own, hair not

withstanding

I LOVE ADVERTISING.

If I were given a choice between watching a film or watching a collection of good ads, I would

prefer to watch ads. I remember when I was in Delhi I used to go to an ad agency called Anthem,

where my friend used to work as a copywriter. I would enjoy sitting in for the brainstorming

sessions which involved watching the world’s best ads. I would devotedly read Ogilvy & Mather.

During my free time in college, I did production for a lot of ads. Like the KLM Royal Dutch

Airlines campaign which introduced their Jumbo Carrier with the image of an elephant carrying

cargo on his back. As a matter of fact, in college I took up Mass Communication just to make ad

films. I did not want to make feature films. I think 30-second films are an art form, and an art

form which is very difficult to master. Just like brevity is the soul of writing, I believe advertising

is the soul of filmmaking. Even today, I really get excited when I see a well-made ad.

Unfortunately, now that I have become a star, there’s only so much that can be done with me as a

model. You have to use the ‘Shah Rukh Khan’ element.

Most people don’t know this, but I have done a television ad for Liberty shoes while I was

shooting Fauji. I looked really ugly in it. All I did was to wear my Puma t-shirt and football

shorts and jump. They are the first sports shoes made in India and I was their first model. The

second ad I did a Pan Parag kind of product, but it never really took off in the market.

Then there were a lot of public service ads which I had done in Delhi during Fauji and Dil Darya.

For one of these ads, I did my first stunt, and that too without an action choreographer. I collided

into a car with my two-wheeler, and somersault onto the bonnet and went over the roof. The first

ad I did after I came to Bombay, the Tata Tea ad, helped me to buy a house. I did three films in

three days with Prahlad Kakkar. They were produced by Pravin Nischol (who later produced

English Babu Desi Mem).

They wanted me for the Pepsi ad at the time, but they did a survey and decided to take Aamir,

who was already a star. Mukul had suggested my name because he felt that I would be the Next

Big Thing. But after the survey, they didn’t take me.

A BRAND NAMED SHAH RUKH KHAN

As a star I believe I opened the gates for other actors to do ads. I brought respectability to stars

doing ads by endorsing so many products: Pepsi, Mayur Suitings, Hyundai Santro, Snoodles,

Cinthol soap, Bagpiper club soda, Clinic All Clear. And then of course I’m an Omega brand

ambassador. I think I can be in the Guinness Book of World Records as the hero who has sold the

maximum number of products: cars, soap, shampoo, noodles, watches, clothes - I have done it all.

People talk to me about overexposure but I don’t agree. Many of the products I did were just

being launched, so the ads would be taken off after a while. And more importantly, according to

me, overexposure is not a dirty way to die. In the world of entertainment, not getting the

recognition you deserve is worse than dying of overexposure. It is better to burn out than to rust

out. It is better to be overexposed than be underrecognised. They say a star is someone who

spends half his life struggling for recognition and the other half wearing dark glasses to avoid

being recognised. I think that’s highly stupid. I think there is nothing like overexposure, just as I

think there’s nothing like overacting.

I’m not at all ashamed of doing so many ads. The money I made from advertising gave me the

scope to do the kind of cinema I wanted to. Though I have never done an ad only for money. For

products like Pepsi or Omega, I just tell them to pay me as much as they can afford. Maybe they

pay me less than the other film star models. I don’t want to know what x,y,z is getting paid. I

enjoy the product because my name is attached to it. I take great pride in the fact that I have done

the maximum number of Pepsi films perhaps in the world. One model doing four different series

of Pepsi commercials is quite a big achievement. And India is the country where Pepsi sells the

most. I am very proud of the fact that I am attached to this product. It is my product.

AD PHILOSOPHY

I do try to test a product before I decide to endorse it. But of course, I test a product only up to the

level that an average person can do it. Like, I know Omega is a great product. Pepsi is a great

drink - I drink it all the time. In the Indian market, Clinic All-Clear is better than the others. I may

not travel in a Hyundai Santro because of security reasons but if somebody were to ask me about

the car I would say it’s a good car because I have driven it. I don’t do alcohol ads because parents

call me up and request me not to do it, though I personally don’t think there’s anything wrong in

advertising alcohol. I don’t do cigarettes because my wife and my close friends tell me not to do

it.

Ads have allowed me to do the kind of cinema I wanted to do. I am proud of all the ads and

products that I have done. And I always wish from the bottom of my heart that the product I

touch gets a fillip. Though I tell all of the advertisers that finally the product has to sell on its own

strength. But I have good wishes for the product that signs me on. And I have done it with a good

heartedness. It’s never been only for the money. And I am loyal to the product mainly because I

feel that if they believe in me then I should believe in them.

It actually makes no difference not to have Coke or not to drive a Maruti car. But I make sure that

in my films, if a car has to be shown it should be a Hyundai and if a watch has to be shown then it

should be an Omega. I do these things without them asking me to. Pepsi wrote me a letter of

thanks because in one I said Pepsi was my favourite drink. I do it because I feel attached to the

product. And if they can gain even one more customer then it would be really nice. And besides,

they pay me a lot of money…

MY FAVOURITES

I have done a total of around 25 ad campaigns out of which five-six were quite good. The Pepsi

‘dog’ film was very good, the Pepsi film with Sachin was also tremendous. The Hyundai concept

was very good when it was started, but it was a five-film concept, which was later reduced to two

films. Omega is nice because it is very simple. It’s an international style ad. I’m told the sales

have increased a lot after I did the ad. And hearing that makes me feel really proud.

Biography - Part IV

Arc Lights

When I set up Dreamz Unlimited the logic was to start a company where everybody was well-

fed, got their money and were self reliant. The idea behind Arclightz was to have an equipment

unit which would back up Dreamz Unlimited.

We saw things in perspective. The only way you can make a film without compromising is to

make a film cheap. The simplest way to make a cheap film is to have a backend equipment

company. So that’s Arclightz. And how will Arclightz run? We will earn our equipment cost

within three or four hirings and by the third film we will have no equipment costs. So that film

will be cheaper. It will not be much cheaper but will at least save a crore of rupees on a seven

crore budget.

And then some of the set props we make can be used again. And everything is backend. We don’t

spend 35 lakhs on the publicity, we spend 25 lakhs and own the unit. Today if I buy publicity

equipment, it will cost me 25 lakhs. But now that I have made the investment, I will have that

equipment free to make the next film. So slowly, slowly there will come a time when I won’t

have to spend any money on too many things.

Going Digital

Internet is a medium which is there for the taking right now. Like television was at one point. I

want to there when that medium happens. This time I won’t let go of the opportunity, like I did

with television. I have a camera and filmmaking equipment. Tomorrow, if I’m not making a film

for 20 days and if this medium catches on, then I may make a 10-minute film for this medium.

All the companies are finally going to tie up.

So then the entire unit may finally turn out to be self reliant. And mutually beneficial if all my

partners think alike. It is not about just about making the Internet company successful. At the

backend is software, which comes from the creative team at Dreamz Unlimited. For the

equipment we have Arclightz. So all three should be interdependent which I believe is the correct

model to have.

I see a huge studio with post-production facility on one floor and equipment storage on one floor

and the office of the creative on top. So when you come in, you get the three mediums under one

roof. And if that company can be a five-star hotel with a multiplex inside and three floors of

office, it would be great. And that, without being pompous, is the dream behind SRKWORLD.

Dreamz Unlimited

The logic of Dreamz Unlimited is not to make money but to make different films and to make

sure not to lose money. We should not have to sell our houses to run the company. So when I

decided to join hands with Aziz and Juhi for Dreamz Unlimited I was very clear that the company

should be self-reliant. I was not aiming to be the biggest film producer in the world but I wanted

that we should be able to make our kind of films without being dependant on producers who were

not like-minded.

Our first film, Phir Bhi Dil Hai Hindustani, was not as successful as we would have liked it to be,

but the publicity has made us a name in the market within a year. Today, if I ask you what is the

name of Sunny Deol’s production company, you would probably not recall Vijeyta Arts. But

everyone knows Dreamz Unlimited.

TV

Since I entered films through television, I do have a soft corner for the medium. A few years ago,

I was trying so hard to convince all my friends to get a headstart in television but no one thought

it was good idea. In fact, I had spoken of doing a game show, but everyone around told me that

people won’t accept a big screen star who appears on the small screen. So now, a little late

perhaps, we are starting to provide software for television, though not necessarily featuring me.

Once again, the idea is to make the kind of programmes that we would like to watch, programmes

which don’t insult your intelligence. We know we can provide content which is at least a little

above the average.

Vision

My childhood was not a wealthy one, but a contented one. My family was not rich but then we

never saw poverty either. Since my father had been a freedom fighter he had a lot of connections

and he could have gone on to become a lawyer or a politician, but he tried to set up his own

business. He tried his hand at many businesses but he was too nice to make money at someone

else’s expense, so he was never very successful. He was never depressed or unhappy though. I

call him the most successful failure.

At the Asia ‘72 Expo, he got permission to set up a chola batura stall. He hired a small staff to

prepare the dish and it was a huge hit because it was right next to the Russian Centre, which had

samples of mud from the moon. We made money from it but he distributed it amongst the people

who worked with him. Then, he had a transport business but his partner cheated him. He had a

refinery business. He also had a huge furniture business. My mother felt that he was too nice a

man. He couldn’t take advantage of people. He would just give out money. At one point he used

to also run the canteen at the NSD. To date, actors like Mr. Raj Babbar and others owe him some

money.

That’s the way he lived and that’s the nature I have too. But I also saw my mother suffer because

of his niceness. I realised when my mother died that there is a reasonable essential quality about

money. Since then I have always remembered one thing: you should do business to the extent that

you have a position of choice. You get that position of choice when you fulfil your basic needs. It

should not be that you don’t marry because you don’t have enough money. That is my basic line

of thought when it comes to business. Even when I price myself, I don’t go according to my

stardom or the market rate. My price is based on how much I require. There are a lot of times

when I have been underpaid because of this attitude and there are a lot of times when I have been

overpaid too.

Secondly, at heart I’m a retailer. It should never be that you have to sell your personal belongings

to make the business run. It should pay for itself. This is the basic premise of a retailer. If you

open a shop it should pay for the electricity bill, the water tax and the staff salary at least. It may

not make crores, but it should be self-sufficient.

Also, I believe that you should not take interest money. I believe in the Islamic principle that you

should not take money if you don’t deserve it. You should work for it. I don’t dabble in shares.

Nor do I dabble in speculation, lottery, gambling. I know it’s an old-fashioned thought but I

believe that money is no good money. I don’t think I deserve it unless I have wrestled for it,

boxed for it, run for it, made a painting for it…I like that money.

These four principles cover my business philosophy: You should work for it, you should not lose

money in any business, you should make enough money so that you are in a position of choice.

And finally, if you start a business employing a lot of people, the end result, regardless of

whether it made money or not, should be that all those people involved should be happy that they

gave it a shot.

Many people say creative artists should not do business. But I don’t do business at that level.

Then again, a lot of people tell me I’m a very good businessman, but that’s not true either. I

believe in simplicity and clarity in business. I believe in honesty and quick decision. And I am

ready to give more than what you expect from me. But what you promise should be delivered

otherwise I feel cheated because I invariably give in more than what was negotiated for, whether

it’s a film, an ad, a TV serial or the production of a film.

Also it should have some newness to it. It should not be the done path. I have never taken

amazing big risks in business as I have done in my career…which also became a business at one

time. It should be a little bit different from what others are doing. If I find that everyone is

opening a toy store, I would like to open a toy store with one special toy which nobody has.

One of the greatest gifts of God to me is that I have never felt a lack of money. God has given me

a lot of things - name, talent, fame, looks, success - but the one aspect he has given me for which

I am most grateful is that I have never had to ask for money. Even in my growing years, I

remember I once told my mother, ‘Mom, can I have a car?’ not knowing whether she could

afford one, but the next day she would tell me, ‘You know, Shah Rukh, while going through the

accounts I realised that an FD is lying with me.’ And from that money I would find a car standing

outside the door.

When I wanted to buy a flat, Ratan Jain gave me cheque of seven lakh rupees. When I wanted to

buy a bungalow, star prices suddenly shot up so much that I had the money to buy the bungalow.

When I couldn’t afford a Pajero, the dealer gave it to me at half the cost. It has always been like

that. If I have wanted something it has always come to me. That’s why I never wish for material

things. Maybe God has said that He will grant my wish only 48 times in his lifetime so I don’t

want it to run out.

I have not been greedy for wrong things. But in a different context, I think greed is the mainstay

of life. I believe that you should have a greed for knowledge, for money so that you can have

choice, greed for love. Greed is the core of mankind’s existence. Greed is what makes me what I

am. I am greedy for doing more than what I am doing. I am geedy for more money too. I have

enough money right now, but I will never let go of a chance to make money. Opportunity knocks

only once. And if you don’t let her in she walks past and knocks on the other door. Opportunity is

like a lady. Dad used to say ‘waqt ki choti aage hoti’. Opportunity is like a woman and her braid

is in the front, so if you let her pass you can’t catch hold of her. You have to hold her when she is

facing you. So I believe in initiative and in striking when the iron is hot.

Before me, no actors and actresses used to do ads. Friends of mine like Anil Kapoor and Juhi

used to say I was stupid. I take the credit for bringing honour to stars doing advertising. Now

every star is doing it. No medium is too small for me. I will dance at weddings, I will dance on

the street, on stage, on TV… Today, Amitabh Bachchan is the biggest star, thanks to the small

screen.

I did ads because I need the money. And I find nothing wrong in having money. It is a proud

moment for me when I earn money through my work. With the money I earn at weddings, I get

the choice of not doing a film I don’t want to do. Many actors have done 70 films out of which 30

are just for the money. Like, many actresses are stuck with films they did only for money.

I am very proud of the fact that I never did a film because I wanted money. Even Guddu was to

be directed in a very fine way by Lekh Tandon, though it didn’t eventually work out that way. I

never did a film because I wanted to buy a house. A person who does a film because of money

will dislike the film when it does not do well. This doesn’t happen with me. There is not a single

film from the 35 films which I dislike. As a matter of fact, I have made it a point not take money

when I do guest appearances. So that door of making money is closed for me. There is no easy

money for me. That is my business philosophy. You should only earn money with your hard

work.

Whatever business I do will be in some way connected to entertainment. I dream of one day

owning a five-star hotel with a multiplex cinema and a bowling alley. I think there is some

entertainment value attached to the hotel business. It forms a part of the entertainment industry. I

like people to watch me shoot at Marine Drive and to have a smile. Similarly I would want

people to come out of my hotel with a smile on their faces.