I write early .. and I write to seek forgiveness .. forgiveness for perhaps leading all to question my state of mind, its sorrow and the consequent tears ..

I would be dishonest if I would have kept the situation secure and away from all, but this platform which to me is as sacred as my own self, can never be devoid of self expression .. a self expression that rides on trust and care, on sharing and giving, of believing in the other irrespective of personal traits. My personal traits do not have authority to remain entirely mine .. they belong in part and in most part to those that visit me here, that have considered their attraction and dedication to be as pure as any.

In life sometimes, a chord an event a moment can provoke myriad emotions. They may not all be related to the cause that caused it, but they do have the strength and the courage to get interrelated without the asking. What came to me last night came unasked, and came suddenly – ha , they always do these moments – and when they become overwhelmingly prominent, they pour out.

I am today and now, proud that my pouring of emotion and thought has the finest receptacle in the shape of this wonderful platform, this Ef driven sanctified reside. I would have no liberty to be in such, outside of this domain. Perhaps in isolation or perhaps in an extreme situation, but not elsewhere. The oneness that the Ef exudes is not just mine. It is shared equally by all. When I breathe in a ‘bit of Gujarat’ I must and do believe that those that connect with me breathe it too. That is the faith and the level of response that you have liberally given me.

I acknowledge it with great enthusiasm, but more with that heavenly feel of being a part of me. This is my undeclared, understood proclamation. You may leave such company, and many do, but it shall remain with me always. This is the only assurance that I possess and have at my command. And for this I feel blessed. Thank you.

Exuberance can move emotion too, apart from the many mountains that it does. I shall not distinguish between the two. I do want to believe that my exuberance can get as emotional, as any other catalyst may for it. I may not have the power to differentiate between the two, and I sincerely hope that I do not, for I do not wish it to be such.

When exuberance flows, may it demonstrate its presence by any form it wishes to. They may not be the most articulate or the most aesthetic, but if it flows within me I shall endorse its reason and cause wholeheartedly in which ever form it wishes to present itself in. That is me … and I now do not have the will or the strength to change or rectify it. I shall attempt to bring it to control, but beyond that …

My love ..

Amitabh Bachchan