It is not special to be special, it's special to be ordinary

I have memories of being in Yale five years ago. It was December and so damn cold that while professing love to my leading lady and singing a Bollywood ditty which went something like this, Kabhie alvida na kehna – my mouth froze itself to death. I say death because as I inched closer to kiss her, mouthing the words kabhi alvida na… my mouth and jaw just locked.

I am not insecure enough to count the bouquets I receive on my birthday, I don't assess my popularity by the number of magazine covers I am on, I don't get worried if my song is on the seventh position on countdown charts.

You never win the silver, you only lose the gold

It is not special to be special, it's special to be ordinary

I'm too shy to do kissing scenes.

Sometimes, I feel the reason I have become a star beyond my films is that I am politically incorrect.