Story of a lost journalist

November 15, 2007

Finally we meet!

Filed under: Conversation,SRK Conversations — Cris @ 17:51

I was sleeping tight. I hope my mouth wsa not open cause he would have seen that when he came and sat near me. He must have tried to call me cause by the time I woke up he was shaking me up. Hope he didnt think I was dead. When I woke up I stared for a second then tried to scream but I couldnt find my voice. He raised his eyebrows.
“Shhh dont worry. Relax you are in a plane”

I continued to stare. What was he doing in my plane? I seemed to have forgotten the plane did not actually belong to me. He smiled.
“Hi you know me right?”
Whatever on earth I was doing, I was not talking.
He offered his hands for a hand shake and whispered “I am SRK”
I shook his hand and replied “I am C”
He laughed at this and whispered again “Shah Rukh Khan”. I whispered back “Cris”
He opened his mouth wide and said “Wow thats you!”

I sat up straight now. If this was a dream, I was beginning to enjoy it. I said “Ahh dont tell me you know me”
He said “But of course! I watch every step of yours! I am your best fan ever! I mean who isnt? But I beat them all I tell you!”
I tried to look modest now. I am not sure if I had any idea of what was going on. It was like we interchanged our roles.
I signed his autograph book. I actualy wrote “Hope you have a bright future ahead” and he insisted me to add this “And be it almost as nice as mine. Love, Cris”

So SRK carries an autograph book what do you know. What a trivial thing to think about. Then he asked for the weirdest thing. He asked me to touch his head and bless. Ok now this was going too far even for an interesting dream. I had to get out of it. Wake up Cris!
Seems I did not wake up cause Sharukh was still talking
“I normally dont like anyone touching my hair. I am kinda fussy about it you know”
That sounded like my man Jesse (reference :TV sitcom Full House)
I said so. He didnt seem to like it.
But hey something was wrong here. How come he didnt recognise me if he watched me every second? I asked that. But he didnt answer.

I woke up. Nope this was not a dream. This was a figment of my imagination. A big figment in that. How else could I mess it up so much! Oh well it was good while it lasted! Hope he has not lost that autograph book 😉

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6 Comments »

  1. lols….kalanjitindavilla

    Comment by just a jester — November 16, 2007 @ 03:57 | Reply

  2. interesting 🙂

    suggest that u post it to 7th Floor, Amrit Apts., 15th Carter Road, Bandra, Mumbai 400 050 😀

    Who knows? may be i would get to see you on the big screen 🙂
    wow! wouldn’t that be grt?

    Comment by sajith — November 18, 2007 @ 06:18 | Reply

  3. begining it was interesting but u couldnt maintain the feel of this story fully:)

    anyways nice:)

    Comment by srikanth — November 20, 2007 @ 10:14 | Reply

  4. hey this what i call crissie style 🙂 cool..and nice..
    good one da…(hey but it could have been Aamir Khan instead of SRK just kidding 🙂 )

    Comment by kripsie — January 31, 2008 @ 16:33 | Reply

  5. @justajester, haha

    @sajith, SRK’s address?! He will sue me!

    @srikanth, will remember that when I write these stories again 🙂 Thank you 🙂

    @kripsie, thanks dearo! SRK is the only one crazy enough to fit into Crazy Crissie’s blog hehe!

    Comment by Cris — July 9, 2008 @ 04:14 | Reply

  6. it was a cute Imagination.. SRK with the Famous SS.. The Climax was too quick, like an emergency landing 🙂 but still a safe one.. I like it..

    Comment by Javed Miandad — December 27, 2011 @ 04:36 | Reply


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