#shahrukh is the only man to have rights to say this line

[lastofthe20thcenturygirls]

#yep still thinking about jawan #shahrukh is the only man to have rights to say this line #wish i could go and watch jawan again #srk #bollywood memes #jawan #shah rukh khan

[drivingsideways]

Coda/ missing scene for Algebra: an outline, following from the last paragraph, but before the last line. READ IT FIRST BECAUSE IT’S BRILLIANT AND YOU WILL THANK ME.

Yo, @isaekkiya and @rain-hat  come collect your trash

It still takes another year.

It takes another year of Yeong wandering the world, setting things right where he can as the Kingdom of Corea’s man in the UNPKO, or at least trying to stop bad situations from descending into absolute disasters. He learns to love Shahrukh Khan, and cheap Russian vodka. He consumes goraasa be dama by the potful and gets hooked onto cinnamon tea.

He starts sending pictures to Gon: a black cat with a single white patch of fur around its left eye in Istanbul, a sunset in Isfahan, the domes of Samarkand.

At first, they’re just pictures of things and places, he doesn’t add anything to them, no thinking of you or I miss you. He figures it doesn’t need saying; he’s never understood those postcards that said wish you were here. Of course you do, why else would you be sending a fucking postcard.

Gon replies with his own pictures.

Well, the first twenty are just Maximus, but the twenty first is blurry, as though the lens were dipped in water; it comes on New Year’s Day- or New Year’s Eve, in Yeong’s time- a view of the palace from the island, it seemed Busan was having a rainy start.

Gon had kept with the tradition, after all, Yeong thinks, and hesitates only for a moment, before writing back, I miss him too.

   So it goes.

The first time he calls Gon, he’s been holed up in a tent in an Amazonian rainforest for twenty straight days because the rain just hasn’t stopped.

It’s April; in Corea, the azaleas must be in riotous bloom. Yeong stares up at the towering canopy of wet dark green through the flaps of his tent and calls Gon.

The crackle and hum on the line doesn’t quite hide the sleepy surprise of the first “Yeong?” and then the panicked, “Yeong? Yeong? Is everything alright? What’s wrong ?Tell me immediately!”

This was what the Titanic felt like when it hit that iceberg, Yeong thinks, as he cracks open, a cleaving that leaves him floundering, unmoored.

“I’m alright” he says, and for the first time since he was four, “Gon hyung”.

There’s an abrupt silence on the other end; all he can hear is the static.

It lasts so long that Yeong thinks he might have lost the connection after all, and he’s just about to hang up, when Gon says, sounding breathless and annoyed, “I don’t think you appreciate the restraint I’m exercising right now not to just fly across the world and drag you home!”

Yeong wipes at his eyes, and huffs, his voice not quite in control, “I appreciate it, pyeha” he says, “I do”.

Gon sighs.

They stay quiet for a while, just the buzz and hum of electrons between them, and Yeong thinks of patterns and fate and destiny, and he says, “It never rains like this back home. I feel like I’m turning into water, just sitting here, doing nothing”.

There’s a delay before Gon’s voice comes over the line, a soft huff, “Be grateful, if it stops raining in the Amazon, we’re all irreparably screwed”.

“I’m aware of that fact” says Yeong, “unbelievable as that may sound to you”.

God, what is he doing here, flirting awkwardly like the fourteen-year old he never was.

“What are you going to do about it anyway?” and that’s enough to set Gon off on a whole different tangent, the sleepiness in his voice gone as he describes the climate change initiatives that Prime Minister Koo and he are working on.

It goes on for twenty minutes, and Jeong mostly just listens and hums at appropriate junctures, letting Gon’s voice wash over him.

And he was wrong, he wasn’t a ship, wrecked on the rock that was Gon, he was an ice-cube slowly melting in the warm cavern of his mouth.

“That woman drives me crazy” Gon is sighing. “It’s too bad I reconstituted the CHRC, that was probably a rash decision on my part”.

And then, as though remembering that he wasn’t supposed to be that person anymore, he adds, guiltily, “Uh, not that I’m undoing that”.

Yeong laughs.

It probably sounds tinny and not like himself at all on the other side.

Gon says, “Yeong”

“Yes” he says, when his heart stops doing crazy things in his chest, “I’m here”.

  It escalates after that- as much as possible, given that Yeong is often in places without mobile signals or bandwidth, or whatever communication is available is heavily restricted. There are long periods when they don’t hear from each other, and when Yeong emerges from whatever dark hole he’s been in, it is to at least fifteen videos of Maximus, and like, ten million voice mails, and an inbox that’s two thousand separate single-line notes, because Gon can’t write emails like a normal person.

Gon is not a normal person, he is mortifyingly ridiculous, and Yeong sighs, and gives in and pulls strings to get his hands on a military grade CoreaTech prototype phone that has amazing battery life and a gazillion gigas of storage, because it turns out that he is also just that stupid, and he doesn’t want to delete a single memory of this time.

He calls Gon from the phone, leaning against his hotel window in Lagos.

Below him, the city glitters in neon and gold.

It’s 9 pm on a Thursday in Lagos, and 5 am on Friday in Busan, and Yeong thinks about the unreliability of time, as a concept, and the brief flare in the dark that is one human lifetime and calls his husband.

“Yeong-ah” says Gon, apparently still half asleep. These days, he tends to sleep in more often, instead of waking at 4 am like he used to.

“I was wondering if you’d reached” he’s mumbling. “Did you get my messages?”

“Yes” he says, “all twenty-one million of them”.

“Mrrmmmph” mutters Gon, half into his pillow, and Yeong- Yeong knows what Gon looks like, sleep- mussed and incoherent, and the ache in his chest spreads to other parts.

“Gon hyung” he says, “Will you do something for me?”

“Mmm?”

“Gon hyung”, he whispers, “touch yourself for me”

There’s silence and then a wide-awake, if shaky, “Yeong-ah”.

“Touch yourself like I would” Yeong instructs, and oh, he hadn’t really thought this through, words are not his strong suit, and he has never even sexted once in his life, never mind anything else, but somehow, it works, it works, because Gon moans his name, and sighs in his ear, and the military grade phone with its excellent speakers is worth every single moment of an uneasy conscience,  and Yeong comes with a gasped out plea, that is Gon hyung, that is beloved, darling, husband, mine.

Afterward, they float together on a silent cloud of shared breath across the world.

Gon doesn’t say, come home, or let me come to you , and Yeong is grateful for that.

Yeong loves him so fucking much, that he’s going to disintegrate entirely if he doesn’t see Gon in the next twenty-four hours.

  He texts Gon from the airport, “See you in twenty hours” and then switches off his phone.

 When he lands, he’s not sure what he’s expecting- perhaps Gon waiting on the tarmac for him, like that one time.

But Gon’s not there, just Captain Seok-Pil and he rises from his deep bow, to say, “Welcome home Prince Consort Jo” with a wide grin, and Yeong sighs, and says, “Please tell me he’s not got the entire Royal Navy Band or something waiting for me at the Palace”.

“His Majesty retired to his study earlier today and hasn’t emerged since” Captain Seok-Pil informs him, with a sidelong glance.

“Ah” says Yeong. “Alright, thank you”.

The Royal Navy Band may not be there, but it feels like the entire staff of the palace, is out there to welcome him back, or at least get a glimpse of him, and Yeong performs all the necessary rituals of greeting or ignoring, as required, and tries not to run down the last corridor to the study.

He slips into the study, shutting the heavy wooden door softly behind him.

It looks much the same as he’d last seen it- three years ago, now- the floor to ceiling shelves of books, the glass covered in equations. Gon is sitting at his desk, staring at a book, rubbing a page between the thumb and forefinger of his right hand.

Yeong knows that Gon knows that he’s in the room- he sees him swallow hard- and the way his shoulders go just a little bit taut.

“Pyeha” he says, softly, as he approaches, and Gon looks up at that.

Yeong goes around the desk and turns the chair toward him, before he sinks to his knees.

“Pyeha” he says again, staring up at that beloved face.

Gon’s hazel eyes are wide and- terrified- Yeong realizes.

He reaches to take the book out from Gon’s trembling hands- it’s Khwarizmi’s Compendium on Calculation and Balancing, the one that he’d sent more than a year ago, after he’d realized that he’d never stood a chance of getting away. He sets the book on the desk.

Gon’s fingers are covered in chalk.

It’s how he soothes himself, Yeong knows, furiously working out hypotheses, the numbers a music that only Gon can hear.

“I’m going to fuck it up again” Gon says, baldly. “Someday”.

Yeong raises Gon’s hands to his lips, kisses the ring on it, and then his knuckles.

“I won’t let you” he promises. “That’s my job”.

He huffs, “Besides, even if I fail, that woman you’ve got running circles around every major world leader won’t let you. You’re covered”.

Gon’s fingers tighten on his.

“Don’t divorce me” he says.

Yeong looks at him.

“Is that an order, pyeha?”

Yeong rather enjoys the way that Gon’s mind scrambles for the answer, his eyes widening.

“Yes..?”

“Right answer” Yeong whispers, and he’s clambering onto Gon’s lap, and tilting his face up, so he can seal their mouths together.

After some time- Yeong has no idea how much- Gon eases away an inch to whisper, “I’m going to be ridiculous now”.

“Mmhmm” says Yeong, nuzzling at his temple.

Gon stands up, lifting Yeong in his arms, with hardly an effort.

Yeong had forgotten this part (not really), how strong Gon is, how he could use that giraffe body of his to short circuit Yeong’s brain within seconds.

“I’m going to carry my husband to my royal bed and ravish him despite his pleas for mercy like the despot I am” Gon whispers, into the corner of his mouth, “I’m not going to let him leave my bed for a week”.

 Well, thinks Yeong, between long, lavish kisses, as he wraps his legs tighter around Gon, and lets himself be carried out of the study, past the staff that’s scrambling to get out of sight and way, and into the bedroom and pressed into the silk duvet, it was good to be with a man who kept his promises.

#tkem #jogon #jo yeong x lee gon #THIS IS ENTIRELY @RAINHAT'S FAULT FOR ATTACKING ME AT 6 AM WITH THE WORST FEELINGS #NOW BOTH OF YOU LEAVE ME ALONE SO THAT I CAN GO BACK TO BEING A GON-ANTI

[godlydolans]

What do you think it would be like if the twins were dating an Indian girl?

My first time doing headcannons. Here we go!

• angst fest because even though the attraction is there, you don't act on it because you're scared what your family will say.

• he tries to be understanding about your family and why you think you can't be in a relationship, but he really doesn't understand why love has to be put in these boundaries of caste, religion, ethnicity and nationality. (Only applies if your family is against you dating people that don't belong to your own caste, religion, etc. If your fam doesn't come under this category, congratulations, you lucky bitch!)

• when you finally can't resist each other, throwing caution to the wind and getting together.

• introducing him to your favourite bollywood movies. Oh yes, by the end of which, he totally knows who Shahrukh Khan is.

"Literally how are they dancing like that, wearing all that gold jewelry? That looks really heavy!" He'd complain while watching Devdas. "Hey, does everyone really live in gigantic mansions in India? That looks like a fucking palace to me."

• watching My Name Is Khan and him needing constantly check to make sure you're not crying and by the end of the film, both of you are crying.

• making Chana Masala, Idlies, Dosas, his favourite Lentils, and other vegan Indian dishes for him. You always make sure you don't add too much masala and chili though. Then him praising your amazing skills in the kitchen to his family and literally anyone else that would listen.

"Dude, I'm telling you, you gotta try this shit. It's so fucking good, I'm mad no one told me about it sooner!" Then the recipe is being shared around in his family group chat because he just wouldn't shut up about how good it is.

• him seeing you in a saree for the first time. Maybe you came out of the bathroom with it on and before he could even take s satisfactory look at you from the front, you turned and gave him your back. "Babe, can you close the hooks for me?" You gesture to the hooks of your blouse and he can't keep his eyes off how beautiful you look, wrapped up in this gorgeous piece of cloth.

"How do you put this on?" He asked, observing the various folds and tucks going on, "it must have been tough."

"It was at first, now I've gotten the hang of it."

"Well, it looks magnificent but I kinda wanna undo all your hard work and have you under me, on the bed right now." He husks in your ear, gently twining his arms around your bare waist, pulling your back to his front. "Damn, you look good enough to eat."

For the rest of the night, whenever your movements cause your saree to reveal your waist to him, he's cursing under his breath and training his heated gaze on you, until you look at him and see that he can't wait to unwrap you out of that saree and have his way with you.

• same is the case with any other traditional outfits that you wear. He just can't control himself when you strut about in your element, looking like a princess of some far away fantasy land.

• he loves to learn about the festivals you celebrate, the stories about your Gods and Goddesses and the fact that there are so man, really fascinates him.

"Its all really similar to the Greek mythology." He'd say.

• him asking you to teach him your language. He's really fascinated with languages, he's always wanted to learn a foreign language but never got around to doing it. The fact that you are bilingual/multilingual, makes you all the more attractive in his eyes.

"What do you call rain?" He'd randomly ask while you're sitting on the porch, enjoying the rain.

"Baarish."

"What do you call those?" He'd point toward the flowers.

"Phool." You'd smile when he'd repeat after you.

"How do you say 'I'm in love with you.""

"How do you say "you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

"How do you say, "you're the woman of my dreams?"

Yeah, he just loves to hear you speak to him in your language and he loves to make you blush by asking you to translate the corniest lines. Overtime, you notice how he's started to add some of the foreign words in his daily vocabulary and that just makes your heart melt. He sounds hella cute saying them too, it's just too much cuteness for your poor heart to handle.

• you calling him jaan or shona or any of the Indian terms of endearments for the first time. You didn't do it intentionally, it just came out before you could think about what you said. And he was quick to pick up on it, because he'd heard you use those words on your little cousins or siblings before. So he's instantly like, "What did you say?"

You're blushing as you pretend to be clueless, "Don't forget to pick up some apple juice?"

"No, that's not all you said." He'd give you a knowing look, coming up to stand in front of you. "You said, "don't forget to pick up some apple juice, jaan."

If you were flushing before, you're red in the face now. "Did I?"

"You did." He's pulling you closer by your waist, "you shy? What does it mean?"

"My life."

"Hmm, I like the sound of that." He murmurs low and sexy, leaning in and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss, "I like how you say it." Leaning in for more, "say that again?"

"Jaan." And he crushes his lips to yours, the kiss so intense that it makes your toes curl and your heart skip a beat.

"Fuck, you made me forget what I was gonna do,"

"You were going to the grocery store," you giggle, slightly breathless from the kisses and the heated look he's giving you.

• listening to your favourite hindi songs and telling you how soothing they are. Every single day, he has a new favourite. And when you sing it, even better.

• discussing baby names later on in your relationship and loving all the unique names you suggest. He's all for Aamya, Samaira, Meera, Maya. He's especially partial to the names that end with an a, he says they sound mystical.

"Babe, our baby is gonna have the most beautiful name ever. All their classmates will be jealous."

Let's end this here or I'll go on and on and on 😅

#asks #anons #im so sorry for replying so late #forgive me anon ☹

[blogsbybunny]

Perks of being a Lefty

Just think of a situation, you were in KG, learning how to write things when you picked up a pencil with your left hand to start writing. Suddenly someone interferes & says, “Beta! Sidhe hath se likho, shubh hota hai”. “Ok sir!” you replied and tried to write with the right hand but were unable to handle the pencil properly. Now you might be thinking why I am quoting this particular incident. It is because I am lefty and many of us who are lefty might have faced similar instances. It was the decade when Shahrukh Khan and Sachin Tendulkar were in the limelight. While watching them on TV and eating food, somebody, especially my mom, used to shout at me – “Beta! Sidhe hath se khana khaya karo, log kya kahenge”. Being a mamma’s boy, I used to try not to eat with the left hand but I still failed sometimes when I ate with spoon. Then, the era of 20s came where eminent cricket players like Yuvraj (I call him Yuvi Paji) and Irfan pathan revolutionized Indian cricket. I developed a strong affection for them because not only were they famous players, but they were lefty too, performing better than their right-handed counterparts. While India was preparing for 2007 cricket World cup, I was admitted into a residential government school run completely by central government. One thing that worked in my favor was that there was no one to tell me ‘hold your spoon with right hand not with left one’ neither was there anyone to ask me ‘why you cannot write with right hand?’. Perhaps modern thinking played a better role here. However, perks of being a lefty did not end here. When I started playing cricket and went to bat, my captain used to decide, obviously after acknowledging opponents bowlers, whether I should play as right-handed batsman or as southpaw (this may be due to the fact that he believed in my skills to adapt situations ) and used me as his Turup ka ikkka . As said in theories of evolution I ended up being a confused (right or lefty) and worst ever batsman. Simultaneously, I started growing an interest in hockey (most of the people knew this game as it is India’s National Sport) but most of them do not know a lefty cannot play hockey with majority of hockey sticks available in market. It is because most of the sticks available in market are made according to right-handed players where heel and toe of hockey curved towards another side. Therefore, to play Hockey, I had to go for customized hockey sticks. You might be thinking how sporty I am. Well my story is not limited to sports only. After watching so many romantic movies during my adolescence age, I decided to learn playing the guitar. Oh god! This left-right saga did not stop here. You know! A lefty needs different types of guitar where strings and bridge pins are in opposite order as compared to guitars made for right-handed persons. This phrase is special for me as I am a part of creatives in my schools as well as in my college. When I used to take a scissor in my hand and tried to cut a sheet of paper, it used to be an awkward situation for me as (al)most of the scissors were made for right-handed; but it was just a moment, the main problem came when I was unable to see the lines which I had drawn to cut that sheet properly because my hand posture was an obstacle. I do agree that left handers may have some benefits of being a niche customer segment for the customized hockey, guitars or scissors but most of you rarely have realized how this world is aligned as per right handers leaving a space of customization for left handers. Most of people appreciate me for my good handwriting and adoption towards writing with oddly hooked hand posture but none of them have over-served the problems lefties and I have faced when we sat in seminar halls or auditoriums, where chairs have attached pad, as they too were designed according to right-handed world. But! But! I grew up being patient, hardworking (may be), I am used to these situations with using my brahmashtra so called “Jugaad”. What I have mentioned until now is the real-world situation. Nevertheless, science has something else to say. About 10% of the world population are left handers while rest all are right-handed. We are known for our ability to use logical thinking better than our counterparts. Being a southpaw does not have any relation with the way our brain function. It is all about the spinal cord. The research by Sebastian Ocklenburg, Judith Schmitz and Onur Gunturkur from Ruhr University, Bochum founded that the gene activity in the spinal cord was asymmetrical in the womb and could cause a person to be left or right-handed. People used to say you should have something unique in some sense to stand apart from the crowd and I think left handers have already a plus point. Whether as a powerful politician (Mr. Barak Obama and other 6 former US presidents or our Prime Minister Mr. Narendra Modi), as top business man (Bill Gates or Laxmi Mittal), as an skilled actor (Tom cruise or Huge Jackman or Bachchan Sahab), as a cricketer (Gilly or Yuvi), as a comedian (Kapil Sharma), as a singer (Eminem or Justin Bieber or Jim carry), as a scientist (Marie curie or Albert Einstein), as a great artist (Leonardo di Vinci) and so on, all of them have made a remarkable name in arena of their expertise. We may be just 10% of the world and people may called it minority but I called it rarity. The rarity that Kohinoor possess among all diamonds. This rarity makes me proud of being a left hander. - Balram Yadav

[bollyfreakygirl-blog]

HOT SCOOP! Shahrukh Khan's Dwarf Role Is Inspired By Game Of Thrones' Tyrion Lannister? filmbeat 09-06 13:20 Shahrukh Khan's last film Jab Harry Met Sejal may have failed to work its charm at the box office. But that hasn't deterred the superstar from going on an experimental spree.  Now, all eyes are set on his upcoming Aanand L. Rai film which is said to be one of his most challenging roles of his career. The movie has Shahrukh playing a dwarf. Meanwhile, we have got for you some hottest scoop on the same. Scroll down to read more...  The Game Of Thrones Connection  One hears that King Khan's dwarf role in this flick has a Game Of Thrones connection.  His Role Inspired By GOT's Tyrion Lannister?  Yes, you had that right! As per a DNA report, SRK's character is inspired from Tyrion Lannister played by Peter Dinklage in the blockbuster show Game Of Thrones.  A Happy-Go-Lucky Guy  The daily quoted a source as saying, "The source of Shah Rukh's character is definitely on the lines of Tyrion Lannister, who is happy and always celebrating his life. Shah Rukh will play a happy dwarf, who brings families together."  A Double Role For Shahrukh?  Reports suggest that the 'Baadshah' of Bollywood will be seen in a double role. A source informed Pinkvilla, "While everyone knows that Shah Rukh is playing a dwarf in the film, only the unit and cast know that SRK actually has a double role in the movie.  Both The Characters Are Different From Each Other  The source further added, "While one of them is a dwarf, the other is an average, regular kind of a common man and he is again played by Shah Rukh. The star will play his usual charming, romantic self in that role as we get to see him sing and dance.  Both characters are completely different from each other, strongly performance-oriented and both the leading ladies get a chance to romance SRK. They have equal lengths in the films and hence they signed up for the film."  Let's Talk About Love  Anushka will romance the normal guy while Katrina will romance the dwarf. It's not an experimental film at all but about friendships and love. Shah Rukh has made a five-minute clip of the film and shown it to

[anuananya-blog]

JHMS - Jab Harry met Sejal

'what you seek is seeking you.....' That is what the tag line of the movie says....as everyone already knows it is about a search for a lost ring..... People who know me would say ofcourse she is going to write a positive review because it is a Shahrukh khan movie! ;) Well, Shahrukh will always be one of my inspirations like a few other favourite people of mine....just that over the years the blind, wide eyed, tongue out adoration for all these people has now turned into a practical, realistic admiration where in I know, they are all as real as anyone of us with all the elements that we are all made up of, but are special, because of their hard work, conviction and dedication. Imitiaz Ali is truly a fine movie maker, only a person with inherent talent, eye for detail and a true passion for his craft can produce master pieces one after the other. And the lead actors are simply their talented best... Probably the music could have been better.... though 'hawaaien' is a soulful haunting number... But then can we not do away with songs.... Don't know if it is so important to have a regional representation of music compulsorily....in an attempt to create moments and incorporate different genre's of songs the movie gets lengthy...also the need to keep the public image intact for a superstar weighs down on the character... Hindi movies after Karan Johar have all become about that right mixture of glamour, emotion, designer clothes, exotic locale, X number of songs in set premises and dramatic endings with a compulsory wedding scene! The formula format really needs to be done away with I suppose....even the audience are so hooked to it that lack any one element people start getting bored and yawny! So for people looking for a complete entertainer it may be a bit disappointing, not really as intense as Ranbir Kapoor playing hero movies, light hearted, breezy story about two equal characters, both being as strong or as vulnerable... The age factor....should it be really an issue....if the character played a college kid, then that could be blasphemy but if a romance happens between diffrent age group of adults why is it wrong? Doesn't it happen in real life? And 'chemistry' which I feel is a film critics forced emotion...one can get into a relationship with out being 'madly in love' too! Also this 'looking good together' the most clichéd need to be married...talking about all these stuff I probably need to write a book! I was listening to Sadguru talking about everyone being a seeker in his/her own way....whether finding what you want is important or the journey to reach it...how easily one finds what he seeks or what happens if you find it in the end and you have lost the charm in it because your journey gave you something much more precious......and my eternal question should there be a set way and an end to everything.... Relationships are either getting over simplified or unduly complicated in today's world.... What is it that attracts someone to cohabit with another person? Do all relationships have to last a lifetime? If they don't for various reasons but were really intense as long as they did, are they less valuable than the long forced unintimate ones? Sometimes it so happens that you do open up to a complete stranger, share a great camaraderie without any prejudices... And be a totally different person than what you never were in a different mileiu when you have no one to judge.... Falling in love with your travel guide as Vyjayanthi mala did in 'guide', Karishma did in 'Raja Hindustani' or in this movie....whether it is a kind of metaphor for 'urban, rich, directionless' women....aren't man- woman relationships meant to be about finding that 'humsafar' who makes a journey to self discovery a pleasant one? Don't we need to get out of the box and think a little more about it, it is not about finding the most beautiful, most rich, most influential partner but about finding a fellow traveller who is capable of waking the inner self and effortlessly guiding you towards your destination while making the journey possible, even if every journey springs surprises, dangers and misunderstandings...stay by one another without stifling or forcing the other on to your path.... I often am so amused when the critics talk about how a particular character of a movie is not 'perfect'....is flawed, makes mistakes etc.... Why are we so obsessed about being 'right' always? A 'hero' should be of a particular age, the ideal man ever, 'heroine' should be prim and proper totally sorted in her head.... Blah blah... Why can't someone be grumpy, annoyed with self and world? Yet be able to open up when there is someone stimulating around.....what if the girl is stupid, confused and is looking for something that she is not sure of? What is wrong if one fails to maintain relationships, is comfortable in unconventional relationships and is clear to the other person that there is going to be no commitment? Why should all relationships end up as lived together ever after? Infact I was wondering if the movie had to end the way it ends....I would have loved to see it end differently...live the moment and let go... #jhms #shahrukhkhan #relationships #travelguide #humsafar