That is why you didn’t get the role in A Wednesday. Absolutely. Naseer told me that he wanted to give me his role. Naseer had suggested my name. But Pandey said, “No man, he might start hitting people, so I am not doing it.” Later, when I met Pandey in a hall, I said, “Don’t do that, man.” I mean, I am a bit short-tempered, but I am not crazy, man. I heard another story where a director asked you, “The heroine is dancing, Nana, move your hands and legs a little.” But Nana just kept staring like this. She was moving her hands and legs, was I supposed to be a clown? That is why writers write dialogues for you like, “Remember?
You came to watch the spectacle of death.” Yes. But when we were shooting this particular scene, I was not well. I was in the hospital. And Mehul Kumar had called about two to three thousand audience members. If I didn’t go there, he would have had to pay them so much. So… Mehul Kumar came to the hospital and said, “Nana, let’s go.” The scene wasn’t written. So I said, “Do one thing, set up five cameras at once.” And… At least one camera should keep running, so keep the magazine ready. I don’t even know what I am going to say. But that is how that scene happened. They weren’t written beforehand. This is a very long dialogue.
The whole thing. “You came to watch the spectacle of my death.” “Now you will hang me, my tongue will hang out like this, my eyes will…” Do you remember? I don’t remember. Do you want to hear it? I truly, truly don’t remember this. Right now. They are saying that if you could just say one or two lines from it. Okay, I will. “You came to watch the spectacle of my death.” “Now you will hang me.” “My tongue will hang out like this, my eyes will pop out, and I will keep hanging here.” “Then my brother will take me down.” “You will walk away discussing it, eat your food, and go back to sleep.” “This cowardice of yours will one day watch the death of this very nation in this very silence.” I don’t want to say anything else to you. That’s it.I don’t know if anyone has seen the film ‘Wajood’. Wajood was a film in which Javed Akhtar Sahab wrote a beautiful poem-like piece, and… I… for Madhuri.
I am in one-sided love with Madhuri. Obviously, it couldn’t have been from her side. In this… I am an actor, a theater director in it, and he thinks Madhuri is there, and while thinking that, he says… It was said for Madhuri, so to date, to recite it…”How do I tell you, Who you are to me? How do I tell you? You are the song of my heartbeat. You are the music of my life. You are my life, my devotion, my light, my freshness, my every joy, my love, my longing, my soulmate. You are in my eyes, my memories, my sleep, my dreams. You are in everything I say, in my days and nights, in my mornings, in my evenings, in my thoughts, in my work; to me, you are what I gain and what I lose. For me, you are the laughter, and for me, you are the tears. And you are my waking and my sleeping. Wherever I go, wherever I look, you are there. How do I tell you? Without you, I am nothing. How do I tell you, who you are to me? This beauty of yours is the sunshine of my life. Your body is carved from sandalwood, with a fire flowing within. Me This playfulness and ecstasy you received from the winds, and your tresses from the clouds. Buds have blossomed on your lips, and your eyes have found a lake. Moonlight rests on your face, melody is in your voice, your form is like glass. Your complexion is like flowers. Your walk is like the rivers. What beauty, what a state I am in. The colorfulness of this body is like thousands of… The curves of these arms. These shadows in your veil, this is a city of dreams. How do I tell you the state of my restless heart? How do I tell you, who you are to me? How do I tell you? To me, you are my faith, my integrity. You are my prayer, you are my desire, you are my deepest wish. You are the portrait that I gaze upon every moment. You are my destiny, you are my star, you are my vision. You are in my thoughts as if you have surrounded me.
You are in the East, you are in the West, in the North, in the South. You are in my entire life, In every moment, in every instant. To me, you are the path, and to me, you are the destination. To me, you are the ocean, and to me, you are the shore. I only see you, I only think of you, I only know you, I only believe in you. You are my only identity. How do I tell you? To me, you are a goddess, to me, you are God. How do I tell you who you are to me?”
