Sample this: You get inside an elevator, closing the door but then someone hurriedly opens it and gets inside. That someone happens to be the person you wanted to meet all your life! So what will you do if this elevator breaks down for 10 minutes? How will you use this golden opportunity?
I was running late for the interview and stormed inside the lift at Trident Hotel, Nariman Point. I can now breathe easy and look at myself in the mirror, putting my hair in place with hand-turned-comb, adjusting the glasses and ensuring the face looks presentable. A tall shadow elegantly enter the lift and his gaze is fixed on me who was oblivious of his presence. He has a towering personality and spoke in his deep baritone voice, “Arre Bhaiya! Baal theek thak hai. You are handsome, dude.” The voice seems familiar and charming. I turned around and he extends his hand to me.
He smiles, “Hi….”
I was in for a rude shock and received a jolt that I could have collapsed on the white marbled floor. I couldn’t believe my eyes and luck.
“I am Amitabh Bachchan. You, young man?”, he asked.
I stammered, “V-i-s-h-a-l, S-i-rrrrr.”
“Hi Vishal. Nice meeting you.”
I froze and stupidly asked the greatest actor and star in the world, “Are you real Sir? I am a huge fan of yours and never ever thought in my life that we would meet like that. Can I touch you?”
Mr Bachchan smiled majestically, “Arre Bhaiya! Lo Karlo Baat. I am six feet, wearing a black suit, blue shirt and a nice tie, black shoes and grey beard. “Please,” as he took my index to touch his palm. What a personality and magnetism that I am immediately drawn to him. I feel like yelling inside the elevator. I was star struck and it feels like a dream. Too good to be true.”
“Sir,” I asked “Can I have an autograph, please?”
As I tried to open my bag, it collapsed on the floor. Mr Bachchan exudes his magnetic charm and picked my bag effortlessly, not without telling me, “Boy! You got an interview and no point being overworked like that. I am just human and be yourself. Can I open your bag?”
I was almost paralyzed on meeting him and said Y-E-S. He asked, “Which one do you want me to pick?”
I pointed at the shining, black diary and he flipped the pages, signing Amitabh Bachchan with this Parker pen, lotsa love to my buddy Vishal..we met in the elevator…love always and care..chill out.” He smiled and slink the diary inside my bag which he handed back to me.
He hugged me and said, ‘Today is your big day and I won’t say all the best since I know you will nail the interview. Remember, once there was a lanky young man who walked inside the office of a producer, he faced rejection because he was scared. Today, he is standing in front of you. Always, remember that. Our attitude in life defines who we are and nobody is big or small.”
The lift reached the ninth floor and he smiled, royally stepped out of the lift, exuding charisma to disappear inside the hotel lobby. Now, I know why there is only one Amitabh Bachchan. I remembered my smart phone huddled inside my black trousers but it was too late for a selfie. I feel like a mutt.
This is a work of fiction, imagining what the conversation with my childhood cum biggest idol whom I hero worshiped for years would be like. I was lucky to meet Mr Amitabh Bachchan who is my biggest inspiration where I managed to take his autograph. But, just that. Thank you for the imaginary conversation, Blog Adda.