Shahrukh Khan - King of Bollywood

 Thank you, David and thank you everyone forinviting me here. This is a huge privilege, not because I’mthe chief guest. I think it’s a privilege mainly becauseI’m one of the parents who have had the opportunity. And I’ll take this opportunity on behalfof all of you to put my hands together and thank Dhirubhai Ambani International Schoolfor doing what they’re doing to our children. So, I want to thank all the teachers, allthe heads of departments, Zarine and Fareeda, I mean, you’re the people I used to cometo, when I have trouble I come and look at your faces and go away, and I’m calm; everythingwill be sorted out. Kava sir was fantastic at cricket matchesand shouts louder than anyone else in the world can, all the staff members, the management,the gentleman who man the security outside; so wonderful and so even the guy who doesthe parking back there, everyone for the last 13 to 14 years that I have been here. And especially my friend, Mrs. Nita Ambani. Thank you so much for looking after our children. Thank you very very much. Ok, so good evening boys and girls. Exams are over, if I may say so, darn schoolis over, which seemed an impossibility just a few years back. That horrible math or physics, or whoeveryour least favorite teacher is, you will never have to see again. That PE coach who was all about to get youis done and dusted now. I know everybody is looking there! You want to party now, relax, hang out withthe beautiful friends you’ve made in the last 13 years, 14 or some, less. The last thing you really want to do is sithere and listen to someone give you advice on life lessons and what the future holdsfor you. And to top it, my qualification to be doingthis is zilch, nada, not at all, nothing. Really, apart from the fact that Nita andI are friends and thus, I have some benefits. My reason to be here is the same as that ofyour elder brother or your sister being allowed to do things that you’re not allowed todo at home. I’m like them, older! That’s all. So if you think that I have had a successfulcareer, as I was getting very embarrassed when David was recounting because also it’sbeen so many years since I’ve got an award. Got to work harder! Also if you think I’ve had a successfulcareer, a great past performance and my experiences of it; are no assurance that it will workin the future for you, or work for you at all. And anyway, none of what I say today, youwill remember as soon as you’re out of here or maybe even earlier, because you’re stillsleeping from the big party you guys had last night. What I say may make sense to your mom or dad,who will remember It some years down the line, and they will also remember it for the inappropriatethings that I’m going to say tonight. But you are here, and so am I, so I promiseto keep this extremely crisp and sharp, about twenty minutes tops. But be rest assured, I understand if someof you walk out in the middle of my speech for bladder control reasons. Feel free to do that. Feel free, because that’s what essentiallymy talk is about; feeling free. The freedom to be yourself, to listen to yourinner voice, and never let anyone tell you who you are, who you ought to be, includingme. These are the only years of your life in whichwill be allowed to make regret-free mistakes. As you do so, you will chance upon your dreams. And hopefully make a happy life out of theirfulfillment. When you get to be 50, as some of your parentsare, none of the mothers, they all look 35. They’re all looking extremely hot. Some of your parents are, and like I am. You will know that the bulk of your regretsare from not having done what you wished to do. So don’t hold it against your over diligentfather who’s telling you to study extra, even post the exams, your annoying mother,who is still depressed that your handwriting is bad. You know she doesn’t understand if it wasbad five years ago, chances are that your handwriting is not going to improve for therest of your life, ever! Mam, get that clear, it’s not going to happen. But, let me assure you, squiggles and antsand mosquitos on paper won’t kill your career. Any doctor here will tell you, indecipherablehieroglyphics may actually be a career booster. Don’t be angry that your parents tell youthat friend of yours is not good company, he is spoiling you. And please don’t hold it against them whenthey tell you he’s a movie star son and will become a hero what about you? Let me assure you, movie stars’ sons anddaughters also have to work. Basically just don’t grudge the old manand the old bag, ever. All we parents try to do is to make you happywith your choices, by annoying you with ours, that are actually your choices anyway, butyou just don’t know it yet. Your hormone levels are too high for you tounderstand this confusing logic. All you want to be is yourselves and you’requite sure you know what that is. And I’m here tonight on your side only toconfirm your convictions, as you set forth into the big bad world, from the loving shelterof Mrs. Nita Ambani and all these wonderful and beautiful and warm teachers and facultywho have nurtured you to embark on your own journey through life. I was talking about parents, because I thinktonight is about parents so I’m going to tell you something about my parents. My mother was top class, she was really cool,she loved me and cared unconditionally, was beautiful like all mothers and believed thatI will be the most famous man in the world, and I could do no wrong. In Delhi they say, “Humaara bachha na, isthe apple of my eye”. Some Punjabi ladies make it bigger, like,“the pineapple of my eye”. So I was the pineapple of my mother’s eye. My father was a gentle man, he was very educated,Masters in Law; extremely intelligent, knew seven languages, had traveled the world, knewhis politics, fought for the freedom of our country, India, and excelled at sports likehockey, swimming and polo. He could cook and recite poems and knew thecapital of every country in the world. My father was also very poor, he was unemployedand struggling to make ends meet for 15 years of my life, that I had the privilege of knowinghim. From when I was 10 to when I was 15. Not being able to afford fancy gifts for me,he would wrap up something old that belonged to him, in newspapers and declare it as abirthday gift when my birthday came along. In the next eleven and a half minutes left,that I have, is the story of the five gifts my father gave me and how they helped me becomewhat I am today. When I was ten my father gave me an old chessset. Chess is a reflection of life, they say, andas cliched as it sounds, it’s probably true. The first thing it teaches you is that everymove has a consequence, whether you perceive that it does or does not, nothing you do,not a single moment is empty of living. So think of things through, not always, butoften enough. Often enough, so your life does not feel asblack and white and as uniform as the squares on a chessboard. Sometimes in order to move forward you mightneed to take a few steps back and there’s no loss in doing something that hurts in theshort run but proves worthwhile and time. Sometimes the Queen might seem sexier, theyalways do, but if she gets taken by an advisory straight after you save her, then you mightbe better off saving your castle or the bald Bishop, instead. So don’t always choose that which seemsmore desirable, if something tells you that it is going to get you into a whole lot oftrouble. What I mean is also about tonight, drive homewhile your wits are about, instead of staying and getting stoned senseless after the partyhere. You can’t get anywhere in chess, if youdon’t look out for the little ones around you, the small pawns. Life is like that too, if you forget the smallestof your people, or become foolish enough to imagine that the little grades you are givenare of no value, you end up nowhere. When you look around, you learn to noticeall the tiny little things that make your existence privileged and special. Just the fact that you are here, in this verymoment, at this fantastic school in the company of such adoring parents, is the product ofimmense love, hard work and sacrifice on the part of many people present here. Taking your blessings for granted is the mostungracious stupidity, both in chess and in life. Then, there’s what they call, don’t knowhow to pronounce it, but sounds very cool, the zugzwang (German for “compulsion tomove”) the zugzwang is a really cool word, it sounds like a Chinese aphrodisiac, butit actually is German for, ok I will tone this down, “Oh! Fish I got to get out of here”. Anyway, for those of you who have never playedthe game, it’s when you get so stuck, that whichever move you make is a bad move. It will happen to each and everyone of you,at some point in your lives. For sure, a moment will come when it willlook like there isn’t anything going right and nothing you can do to prevent disaster. Ask me, I just finished Dilwale and followedit up with fan! So, when you are in zugzwang, kids, don’tpanic. Whenever there is trouble and you know thereis no way out, or disaster, don’t panic. With a little embarrassment you will surviveit. Trust me all you have to do is make a move. All you have to do is move on a bit. As the Cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderlandsaid, when Alice came to the fork in the road, “If you don’t know where you’re goingit doesn’t matter which road you take”. I will add to it, as long as you take oneroad and don’t keep standing in the middle of the fork until a truck runs you over. Often in zugzwang, your enemy wins that particularmove, but mostly you end up winning the game. There were no computers when I was a kid,and nor were there i-phones for us to google pornography on, while our parents were busychecking the selfie, likes on Instagram. One of the most precious gifts my father gaveme was an Italian typewriter. I learned how to use it from him, how to rollpaper into the roller and press the lever. I don’t know if you guys have seen a typewriter. It’s…Google it. I’d hear the clicking sound of the lettersas I pressed them with my fingers, forming words on blank pages fascinated me. To use a typewriter well, you needed diligence;one wrong letter and the whole exercise had to be started all over again. We used something called typeX to erase ourmistakes in those days, not to sniff out during math classes. But too much typesX in math classes or intypewriting is unacceptable. So we had to learn how to move your fingersaccurately to make words out of thoughts with efficiency and do it over and over again tillwe got it just right. As an adult I have come to understand thatthere is nothing of more value, than your capacity for diligence and your ability towork hard. If you can outwork adversaries and your employees,you can ensure your own success. And whatever it is you choose to do, whateveryou’re doing, do it once then do it one more time, even more carefully. Practice will make everything seem easier. Be diligent, be thorough. Think of every job you do as the first one,so you have to get it right or you won’t be able to impress everyone. And at the same time do it as your last jobas if you will not get a chance to do it again ever. Don’t just workout, outwork yourself. Only parents clapping! In fact you can outwork yourself, if you cannotwork yourself, then pretty much nothing can prevent you from learning. My father gave me a camera, and the most beautifulthing about it was that it did not work. I learned that things don’t always haveto be functional, to fulfill a need, that sometimes when things are broken, the greatestcreativity emanates from the fragments. I found myself looking at my world magicallythrough the unusable lens. And the fact that there was never any actualphotograph to see, taught me my most important lesson yet; that creativity is a process ofthe soul. It does not need an outcome or a product forthe world to accept. It needs only the truth of its own expression. It comes from within. And makes of your world, whatever you wishit to make. So don’t be afraid of your own creativity. Honor it. It doesn’t always have to be seen or approvedby those around you. It is an expression of your deepest selvesand it belongs as much to you as it does to the universe. That nurtures and inspires it. All creativity is not for everyone to likeor understand. All art is not up for sale. Some creativity has a bigger role to play. It is to keep you company when you’re alone,when you need a friend, when the world doesn’t seem to understand you. Your creativity, whatever that may be, youknow, I know a friend of mine who makes a dolls out of barf bags from airplanes. Whatever your creativity is, your creativewill be the only thing that will keep you inspired and satisfied. Honour it to the end, whatever it may be. Mine is poetry. I write rubbish poetry. it’s so bad that sometimes I cringe to readit myself. it’s crap, but I write it, it’s my secretplace. It is mine to make me feel free and happy. So you find yours and if the world loves itgood, if it doesn’t, even better, because now you will truly have a friend to keep yourcreativity intact. My father was a funny guy. He had the capacity to turn any kind of serioussituation in a way that it seemed less stress filled, with a bit of humor. Without a sense of humor the world will alwaysbe a dull and greedy place. No darkness of despair should ever be beyonda good and a hearty laugh. I’m going to tell you a few incidents, ifyou’re not bored! I have got about seven and a half minutesleft. We used to live on the third floor of an apartmentbuilding, and as people on third floor tend to do, my friends and I used to throw thingsdown from the balcony; you know, wrappers, tit bits, dog shit wrapped in newspapers,the usual stuff. One day the old gentleman on the ground floor,for there’s always an old senile gentleman on the ground floor. He had had enough of our daily droppings. He charged at us yelling at the top of hisvoice “bhaisahaab, bhaisahaab, upar se cheezen neeche aati hai, upar se ceezen neeche aatihai” and you know the whole colony emerged to witness the spectacle. My father was there. I was mortified. And he kept screaming, “Upar se cheezenneeche aati hai“. My father calmly looked calmly at him andsaid, “Chacha ji, upar se cheezen neeche aati hain, ye Newton ne boht saalon pehlebataya tha. Aap koie nayi baat batao. Andar baith ke, chai peeke baat krte hai”,and it instantly diffused the situation. The old man smiled, went into the apartment,worked out how dog shit needs to be disposed of properly, over a cup of tea in life wasback to normal again. And there was another incident I’m goingto relate. I had been eyeing this attractive, dusky girlwho lived in our building. As smooth as I have always been with ladies,for some reason, it occurred to me that if I blew up her letter box with a Diwali crackercalled, atom bomb, she’d be very impressed with me. I’ve always been good with girls like that,ya. I know things about girls. In this insanely romantic belief of mine,her letterbox soon exploded before her eyes. And I still don’t know why the desired effectof her running into my arms in slow-motion was replaced with a screaming drama in whichhe flew up the stairs screaming, “amma inge vaa, amma inge vaa”. I took my chance and as all macho men shoulddo, I fled the scene. Few hours later the doorbell rang. I looked through the magic eye and the motherof the love of my life was standing outside looking incensed. I found a place to hide. My father opened the door. The lady began to rattle off a complaint;your son this, your son that (speaks in Tamil), my Tamil is not good! And he listened patiently and then responded,“You know ma’am, as you were speaking, I was getting angry with my son. But then I suddenly realized how beautifulyou are. And I can imagine if your daughter looks anythinglike you, how can my son be blamed for falling in love with her and behaving so stupidly?” The lady went silent as my father continuedtelling her how beautiful she was, and then she became a little quiet. Another cup of tea was had and she said tome sweetly, “Beta, just because my daughter is so beautiful you shouldn’t behave badlywith her. You should come home, sit with us, and befriends”. So not only did my dad get me off the hook,for blowing up the girls letter box, he actually got me in-roads to a long satisfying relationshipwith the love of her life that lasted six days. Because then I realize that dating beautifulgirls has its downside. Every boy in the colony made advances at her. So I was regularly beaten up in my attemptsto offer her some boy friendly protection. But that’s another story. The point being, learn to laugh at yourselves,every chance you get. If you can manage not to take yourself tooseriously, no matter how big a shot you become or how lowly, useless, trivial you feel, youwill instantly disarm life’s power to beat you down. It makes you braver to face ugliness, becauseit changes your perspective. Humor is actually the deftness to see theworld, the reality, for the transient farce it really is. It’s like a talisman for survival. Cultivate it and allow it to lighten everyheavy moment. Wear it like a vulgar tattoo, if you don’talready have one. Don’t ever let it get washed away in theturbulently beautiful seas of life. It’s your ticket to staying young and childlikeforever. And you will realize why it matters to staychildlike when you’re my age. And you’ll watch this speech on YouTubewith your children. I’ll probably have kicked the bucket bythen, having smoked enough cigarettes to light up a forest. But I certainly hope that you will have understoodwhat I understand now. No, not that smoking kills, but that partis ok. Well, what I am referring to is, what countsas the most beautiful and final gift that my father gave me. I only realized it was a gift on the day hedied, when I was 15 years old. A gift your parents have given to you already. Yes, the singularly most exquisite gift, youand I have been given is the gift of life itself. There is nothing that marks a man or a womanout from the ordinary, more perfectly than grace. Grace is the consciousness, that life is biggerthan we are and therefore gratitude for it must match its vastness. It is the understanding, that everyone weencounter, whether they are loving towards us, or offensively abrasive, is a human likewe are. It is knowing that experiences shape humanbeings and no matter how good we are at something, or successful we may become, we are neverbetter than the other person. If you can live your life with grace towardsthose around you, you’ll accomplish more than you could if you became the presidentof America. That came out wrong, knowing that Donald Trumpis so close to becoming the president of America! I didn’t mean that I’ll rephrase thatguys. If you can live your life with grace towardsthose around you, “ok actually what the hell”, because I came and told you a secretthat I like rubbish poetry I am going to read out a poem and end this. This this is the most rubbish poem you willhear. But keep it in the heart because I’m thedamned chief guest tonight. If you’re after part, EDM. I thought it would be very cool if I use theword EDM. Is EDM still cool? Class of 2016 is it cool? No? Okay. “If you’re after party EDM, stoned sunrisehas found you, with dark ship, wrappings, and friends thatwill not confound you. And you start on this journey with a braveheart about you, If you live life at grace towards those aroundyou. You’ll get where you have to and it won’tastound you. If it isn’t Ferraris and a white house thatdowned you, You won’t need an entourage to always surroundyou. It’s your truth, you will have, that willshelter and ground you, And you remember this day, as the day thatunbound you. From the walls of this beautiful school, andthe teachers, Exams and all the rules that sometimes seemto hound you, and let me tell you, All will be successful let me remound you.” So boys and girls, go forth, be free, havefun, make wrong choices, make mistakes. You will still succeed because the gift ofeducation you have from this wonderful institution called Dhirubhai Ambani International School. The love meter has given you, and the genesthat your parents have provided you with, will always look after you. And when you succeed don’t forget to thankyour least favorite teacher, because he or she actually cared for you the most. Love you all and be happy.