We clapped when as ACP Ajay Rathore, you destroyed a sweet-talking Gulfam Khan in Sarfarosh. We cheered when as Bhuvan, you played the winning shot in Lagaan. We cried when as a sensitive art teacher, you made us root for Ishaan Awasthi in Taarey Zamin Par.
A couple of generations before you, an Yusouf Khan had to become a Dilip Kumar to be accepted and a Mahajabeen Bano had to reinvent herself as Meena Kumari. Not you though.
You became a star in a new India. An India, where only your first name mattered. We loved you because you were Aamir, an actor. Neither your last name mattered to us, nor your faith.
But yesterday, you proved to us that for you and your wife at least , it is your last name that matters more than anything else.
Your name is Khan and you Sir, are a BIG hypocrite.
You did not scream intolerance when your city burned at the hands of some of Pakistan sponsored terrorists. Your wife did not feel insecure when a mammoth crowd of some 20000 people attended the funeral of a hanged terrorist. You were silent even when a mob from Reza Academy kicked and destroyed a national memorial and manhandled female cops.
But now, suddenly, your wife feels insecure in India and wants you to move out!!!! On the other hand let me inform you that Martyr Col Santosh Mahadik’s wife says both her children will join the Indian army to safeguard the country.
If I WERE indeed intolerant, I would suggest you move to the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, the safest place on earth, where Begum Kiran Rao Khan can feel absolutely secure inside her abaya and your little son can grow up watching public executions in a Riyadh square.
But I am not going to do that. As a tolerant Indian, the only thing I can and WILL do is to make sure that not even one rupee of my hard-earned money goes towards buying tickets for your movies.
Both of you are, as one of your movies was named, Nautanki Sala.
Shubham Rangari 