SHAH RUKH KHAN WINS THE HEARTS OF AN ENTIRE NATION BY HIS ACT OF CHARITY

GENERATIONS TO COME WILL BE GRATEFUL TO YOU, KING KHAN!

(SHAH RUKH KHAN WINS THE HEARTS OF AN ENTIRE NATION BY HIS ACT OF CHARITY )

Ali Peter John

I have always wondered why some sons have not had the good fortune to have their parents feel their unprecedented success or which they have worked hard and seen glorious dreams for . Shah Rukh Khan is one such son. His father ,Meer Taj Mohmmad was a highly educated but not a very successful man but had great dreams for his only son . He once asked Shah Rukh what he was doing and Shah Rukh said,"kuch nahi"and the father smiled and said ,"jo kuch nahi karte , woh kaamal karte hai". The father died , the mother died and Shah Rukh Khan went on to become Badshah Khan , the uncrowned King of the Indian film industry .

How , I wish Shahrukh's father and mother were alive today and had a room in "Mannat" where they would be treated like the Emperor and the Empress by Shah Rukh and his family , the Industry and his world which worships him. And how I wish they were here , when Shah Rukh made his unbelievable announcement about his contribution to the battle against COVID 19 in India . True , his decision came after a little while .True, it came after his other colleagues like Akshay Kumar , Salman Khan,Kamal Haasan ,Rajinikant and Prabhaas from the South had made massive contributions .But, what Shah Rukh made was not a contribution that could be measured in material form or money because it was a THOUGHT, it was a FEELING , IT was a RELIGIOUS ACT which was not taught in any religion .

I personally am still reeling and staggering under the impact of what he has done with this one masterstroke of the heart because this masterstroke cannot come from the mind .

Shah Rukh could have easily played the game others way. He had three bad releases in a row and had not started any new films since 2018. This one reason could have been enough to sit back , but a King is a King is a King and no one can change him .And that is why this big giving away of all that he could , something that could only put him in the class of Ratan Tata and Azim Premji.
Shah Rukh Could have been an ordinary man and hoarbed all that money for his family and families to come.Now,his family and families to come will be proud to have had a man called Shah RuKh Khan as the head of their family.

SHAABAASH SHAH RUKH ! SALAM KARTA HOON !!
ANEWALE KAHI ZAMAANE APKO SALAM KAREGE !!!

GRATITUDE IS TOO SMALL WORD FOR A BADSHAH

On November 19, 2016. I am on my small walk which is also my form of praying and a time when I get some of my best thoughts. I remember the advice given to me by my friend, Grace who had once saved me from an accident which could be the end of my life and she had asked me to look all around and then cross the road and I followed her advice on that morning too. I cross the road successfully, but I stop to pick up some fallen flowers which is also my every day habit, now grown into a part of my prayer. I try to stand up after clutching the delicate white flowers, when I find myself cruelly knocked out by a water tanker. I have a feeling that I am dead, but fell alive when I see the queue outside the bank of India, all of them scared victims of Modi's “notebandi”. A part of the crowd come rushing to help me, but the damage has been done. The tanker crushes my entire left foot. I try to stand on one leg and collapse when I see a little but rapidly flowing river of blood flowing on the road. Three men rush me into a reluctant auto driver's vehicle and take me to the Kalsekar hospital where I have not seen any patient for years, it is like a haunted house and one man standing at the gate tells the people with me not to waste time there and take me to the Cooper Hospital and I am pushed into the ICU and placed between two dead bodies and my foot put into a plaster without any attention paid to my profusely bleeding wound. I surrender and close my eyes till I see my brother-in-law Sudhir who comes as a saviour and within minutes an ambulance carries me to the one-time well-known Nanavati hospital. It takes a team of several junior doctors to rip off the first plaster and put my foot into another plaster and move me to Ward no.9, Bed no.20 where I am destined to live and die several times during the next four months.

As I lie in bed, I wonder from where the money would come for the treatment. The same evening my foot goes through a five hours long operation under Dr. A.R. Karkhanis and am surprised to find myself alive the next morning, but with a massive plaster and scary looking spikes protruding from within the plaster.

The pain doesn't worry me so much as the money that would have to be arranged and I didn't have any at around noon I received the kind of news that only god could bring, the message had come from the Badshah, Shah Rukh khan. it said that all the expenses for my treatment as long as I was in hospital would be borne by the Shah Rukh Khan trust. from that moment, I went through nine major surgeries. a major plastic surgery, several blood transfusions, every kind of injection, test and experiments were made on my body and I became a VIP patient in the ward and my foot became a museum piece for all the doctors, nurses and visitors.

I realised that the bill must have gone very high and I expressed my fear and insecurity to Ms. Karuna Badwal, the manager of SRK and she just said, “Don't worry, Ali, you just take care of yourself”. I heaved a huge sigh of relief and I wondered who there could be a man like SRK who could give till it hurt “the message of Saint Teresa who has a special place in the Nanavati Hospital”. The evening I was carried out of Ward no.9, I didn't have to ask what my bill was and no one asked me any questions. The Badshah had given me a feeling of being a Badshah, so what if I was a Badshah with only one foot!

Whatever my story is I will tell the truth to the whole world, whether Badshah Khan feels embarrassed about it or not and whether he likes it or not. Where do we find men like him in a world where men and women pass by the suffering and mumble, "so sad, so bad” and move on…?