An overwhelmed Bachchan writes on his blog, “To the many that came with wishes; that came with a desire to meet and greet, that had through great pain and perseverance kept vigil and then lost out on an opportunity to wish me. To the hundreds that thronged the three locations, Prateeksha, Jalsa and Janak and bore the pushing and shoving of the police and the security, to them I give my gratitude and thanks for taking the trouble to show your affection and love.”
“Words shall always fail me when I shall be asked to describe this phenomenon, but all that one can say is that I feel blessed to have been given the opportunity of so much love and affection from others. It is the greatest debt that I shall carry to my grave and one that I shall never be able to pay back.”
It was rough, he confesses, “Moving out and driving into our own houses was a mini riot. But the faces that slammed against the walls of the car were happy ones, excited ones and ones that merely wanted to express love. Poems and flowers and several cakes and interviews later I was able to be with the family and spend a quiet afternoon and day with them.”
Daughter Shweta too kept track of all the tv programmes around Bachchan, “Shweta kept pinging us to watch particular channels as they broadcast the events of the day and my movements diligently. Many of the electronic had structured special programs and bulletins on my career. The many important papers had full front page tributes to me… Many of the print carried interviews and articles acknowledging my presence in the Indian Film Industry and they made very interesting reading. Friends and relatives called in and 1207 sms’s jammed the mobile.”