If someone had told me when I joined the Industry in 1969 that I would be winning a best actor award  40 years down the line, I would not have hesitated to recommend to him a prominent admission in an asylum ! But here it is, the award, staring at me, smirk firmly in place looking on at a bewildered me. How inconsiderate we are towards time and its probable consequences. We never have the capacity to look and perceive so far ahead. 40 years then was an absolute improbability. We were anxious about the next 40 hours ! Never ever believed that there could be possibilities beyond our nose. And this is where those that have the acumen to think the distance score above all else. Great minds that design nations, policies, constitutions, morals, businesses, futures are envied for their skill and sense of what the ordinary cannot conceive. And so we salute them, idolize and immortalize them. They are the true geniuses the icons and legends of the world. Not some two-bit 6′2″ grey french bearded film actor, called to attention by these glorious epithets, constructed by fertile journalistic minds.

It is coming on to the time for my departure overseas. I travel to Europe and to Paris for the recital of my Father’s poems at the Theatre de Champs Elysee. And the butterflies have gone insane inside. So prayers and good wishes are needed in abundance for everything to be well.

I am rushed now, but as soon as I can get to a calmer controlled air i shall be with you. Till then and till more ..

Love,

Amitabh Bachchan