Before I begin (technically I’ve already begun), any of you who think this post, based on the title, will be me opening up about my feelings on some topic or another then I apologize because it’s not exactly that.
Rather, the title is “inspired” by the 1998 Bollywood movie of the same title. In fact, a good portion of this post revolves around the film. So, if you enjoy reading a bit of personal recollections then read on. If you want views on wider implications of the film and/or Bollywood, you may want to skip the first few paras! If you’re not interested in either, well, up to you if you want to stick around.
For any non-Pakistani/Indian reader(s), the relevant translations are at the end of the post.
The Birth of Bollywood in Me
I was born and raised in Saudi Arabia by a Pakistani father and an Indian mother. Growing up, summer vacation was the only time we traveled, barring a few winter vacations when the summer wasn’t working out. The majority of those trips were to India; very few to Pakistan and the times we did go to Pakistan, it would be for like a week after the month and a half or more spent in India.
The first music that hit my ears, as far as I can remember, was from Bollywood. Not sure if it was Papa Kehte Hain which my dad would sing along to in order to encourage me, to achieve, from a young age or if it was Chandni. It wasn’t too long before Ek Do Teen had me cursing myself for not knowing how to count in Urdu/Hindi past ten!
I believe the first movie that really captivated me was Jo Jeeta Wohi Sikandar, I was already into cricket by that age and was developing a competitive streak so you can imagine why such a movie had me enthralled. From there, I just wanted to watch more. I loved television and I was beginning to love movies. Sure, the Disney films and film adaptations of cartoons also had their place for me; but, Bollywood was just something else.
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A few months ago I began writing about my football journey, so to speak; that’s in chronological order and will continue to be so once I continue that! However, a bit of nostalgia has overcome me and not the good kind! I recently saw some updates of my Alma Mater’s team’s progress in an important tournament; the team progressed to the semifinal and it got me thinking back to when I had just become Captain and we debuted in that tournament. So this is a recollection of that tournament and the time around that… Continue reading →
Today, I will bare my teenage soul to tell a short story about how I became loyal to a certain brand.
My hormones started kicking in at the age of 12; incidentally, the same year as receiving sex education but the hormones definitely kicked in a few months before we reached that part of the textbook. I had my first crush that year. She went on to play a little joke on me by pretending to like me. The little confidence I had, was shattered.
Not really, it wasn’t shattered, but I always had little confidence. I wasn’t good looking, not at 12 especially! I couldn’t get myself to talk to the girls I fancied – by girls I mean different girls over the years, never more than one girl at one time! Though I never asked any of them out, I had confessed feelings and asked some to the prom or school dance. None of those ever worked out either.