I happened to stumble into the channel and was so engrossed by the speech and the way SRK related to the audience, I forgot to watch the programme I intended watching!
He made the even the humiliating the experience of his having been detained by the US authorities sound funny!
Though from a prepared Text( could have been written by a Ghost Writer),, it needs an understanding of the subject to deliver with passion and humour.
Here is the full Text.
Good evening everyone, I’d like to thank you all for giving me the opportunity to be here. I also want to thank Isha for following up with the most disorganised and incommunicative person in the world in order to fix today’s meeting with all of you. Thanks I really am honoured and extremely happy to be here.
I have memories of being in Yale five years ago. It was December and so damn cold that while professing love to my leading lady and singing a Bollywood ditty….which went something like this…..Kabhie alvida na kehna….my mouth froze itself to death… I say death because as I inched closer to kiss her…. mouthing the words kabhi alvida…na…my mouth and jaw just locked….like this.
So I am hoping my second outing to your wonderful university turns out differently because it would be highly embarrassing if I said “good evening Yaleites” or “Yalers” or whatever you guys are called and got stuck at… yaaaaa….that wouldn’t make for much of a speech.
I was told not to dwell too much on my movies when I spoke to you, I am to give you an inspirational talk — tell you stuff you can think about when you leave this room.
That worries me, it gives me performance anxiety. Here you are, 1500 of you, hoping to hear words of wisdom from this sexy, desirable man, who couldn’t kiss a girl, last time he was in Yale because it was too cold. But I’m not that guy, I mean, I’m sexy and desirable for sure but I’m not about to leave you anymore inspired than when you walked in here.
I read this lame joke on Google the other day (yes I pick everything up from Google, even the script of my next movie and I’m not ashamed of it — you can pick me up on Google too if you like!)
Anyway, the joke went like this — a dying man, gasping for breath, desperately gestured to the priest by his side for a piece of paper. With great effort, he then wrote a few words on it, handed it to the priest and passed away. The priest kept the paper in his pocket and forgot all about it until the final service. Here he suddenly recalled the dead man’s last scribble. Unfolding the paper, he told the funereal congregation that he was about to read great words of inspiration to them. The piece of paper had these words on it….
“You are standing on my oxygen tube…fool…”
So I am not going to be the priest tonight… instead I will tell u simple experiences of my life’s journey, with simpler words… which may not leave you inspired…. but will help u survive this life. And if you can do that… survive… happiness… creativity and success will follow on its own… or maybe not but u will have to live this life nevertheless. Only I hope my words will give u enough insight so that u can tell the world… hey guys you are standing on my oxygen tube… move over and let me breathe.
Journeys can be defined by age and time or even by destinations, as most often they are. But I feel it is hard for me to tell the story of my life in those terms because the concept of time has always eluded me. The day my father died seemed longer than my entire childhood.
The day I felt my first success seemed fleeting, hour-long, not long enough perhaps. I wondered where it went.
Even the cycle of time confounds me. I work the dark until sunrise on most days and fall asleep as the world awakens to light. My friends call me an owl… I like to think of myself as Bat… Batman… the prince of darkness.
Age is not my forte either, I still cannot fix my own — am I 45 or 15?… if I could… would I be romancing girls one third my age who normally would call me “uncle”.
I had so much fun collecting the action figures of my last film (called ra.one) that none of the critical reviews tanking it mattered to me.
As for my destination, I don’t think I ever knew one. I walk, I run, in the direction of my dreams. Things change along the way, people change, I change, the world changes, even my dreams change. I don’t have a place to arrive, I just keep doing what I know how to do the best that I can do it. I’ll probably end up a deluded geriatric in a wheelchair wearing a cape and tights, imagining my own flight out of this world, but of course with a young girl in my arms.
So I’ll tell you the story of me but I’ll tell it in my own way. In the language of my perceptions, in the things I think matter beyond fame and success and the dyeing of my hair. I have understood that the measure of my life lies in the expanse of my heart’s experience and nothing else matters, if u take anything out of it good… otherwise I can put on music and dance to my last big hit song… have a drink… and try and practice my kissing in the cold of Yale one more time.
- Shahrukh Khan’s speech at Yale (notthatgirlanymore.wordpress.com)