The early hours of the morning are the most productive and fresh with thought …

I do not think that there could  be any one that perhaps thought otherwise. Fresh in mind, in thought, in deed. The best ideas come through then and so do the best intent. The maximum hours of work are the ones that involve work in the morning hours.

I have been observing that diligently and have reached some conclusion on this. Or as the youth and this generation would say ” have reached closure “. It is often seen and observed that when the lingua of the olden times is in use the generation seems either to not understand it or merely laugh at its ridiculous nature. But that is the way we were and are. In time to come what is prevalent now shall become the source of ridicule in the years to come. But yes there are marked changes in the way we are expressing ourselves now than before, and I do not know which one will be correct and capable.

The speed of speech too has become so rapid and almost incomprehensible that we wonder at times how they are able to communicate with each other. It all comes from the speed with which all the rest of us function. Brevity and speed have become passwords of all modes and forms of communication. For the young it is normal and perhaps upbeat, for the older a moment to think perhaps that this generation has completely lost it !

I would play diplomatically safe and say there is merit perhaps in both. For the slow there is slow. For the rapid there is speed. The two may never meet, but the differences shall I believe remain. Attempting to perhaps transfer some sense of purpose to those that do not comprehend is bad. If they cannot understand now they shall never understand at all.

To them I say. Teach yourself whatever you wish to and set off into this wild world. Perhaps cycling through the roughs of the country shall bring some change in the thinking. Perhaps not too. But that is more a personal choice other than any else.

I spoke about a contestant on KBC on matters concerning all else other than the game. I asked him, what he thought of the money he had won and was going to win. He told me he valued money because - paisa badi mushkil se milta hai . It is an old story of my Father’s, but those that possess myopic connotations, start to equate desire for wealth for me and my insensitivity about it. How easy it is to pick a word or expression and turn it around to suit the situation. And that after the facts are completely unknown.

So here is the story in the context of which the reference was made and which unfortunately was mischievously used in a manner that showed up in poor light.

When we were posted in Delhi … or rather when my Father was posted in Delhi in the Ministry of External Affairs and I was studying in KM College in Delhi, my Father would often in order to add to the burden of his meagre pay, visit kavisammelans , or poetic symposiums at night after his office work to bring in that extra money. He was earning a meagre 12oo/ - rupees and an evening or night out would bring in that extra 5oo/-, adding to our kitchen and daily needs. That kind of pay seems ridiculous today but there it was.

Most of these symposiums would end up at 2-3 in the morning and by the time my Father would get home it would be the early hours of the next day. I would wake up to open the doors of the house and when I questioned him about his late working hours he would comment - ‘paisa badi mushkil se milna hai !’. It is very difficult to get money !

Time passed, I became an actor, moved to Mumbai and my parents moved in with me. I would be doing 3 shifts a day - 7am to 2 pm, 2 - 10 pm and finally 10pm to 6 the next morning, working on three different films all along. And now when at Prateeksha I would return after three shifts, my Father living with me would be the one to open the door. And when he would question me about my late hours, I would respond back by saying -’paisa badi mushkil se milata hai !’ and we would laugh over it.

It was in the context of this story that I mentioned it on my blog and my Tweet, but it seems that the so called elders and intelligencia thought not well of it and criticizing me  abandoned the show, now to realize that I had indeed done some yeomen service. The promised land, the political mileage that the opposition had planted, worked.

But not for long. The paucity of the the details are not from exhibiting them to the audience. But in time . And at times the time was of the essence. It is when you shall read this or the story during which it occurred, that we shall all get a better idea of what lies in store for us and what does not.

It was a harmless moment but look how seriously it was converted into by the other readers. Grudge revenge !!

Anyway no problems there. Let each have their moment of glory by castigating us through the public forum. It has become fashionable to do that, so do. I will not be obliged to answer it. Answering has never gone down well. Those that question and ridicule do not expect us to retaliate or challenge. They wish that we remain acceptable to the accusation … authenticity be damned. It is another matter that they shall in time to come recognize it all. But heavens NO …..!!! No offense from us. We do not have the ability to argue or debate. That is not what we were meant to in the first place.

Debates shall ensue, I do know, …

Good night and God bless you !!

Amitabh Bachchan