Why I love SRK ! he King Khan is capable of almost everything. Can turn an atheist into a believer as Prerna Singh Bindra finds out . don't love Shah Rukh Khan. Not in the manner most of India does. The garment-tearing, hair-pulling frenzy that women (and sometimes men too) are reduced to when the loved one is in vicinity. Not to say that I am unaffected. He is after all King Khan, the brightest star of India etc. I liked him as the endearing lover in Raju Ban Gaya Gentleman, found his Kkkkkiran grating, didn't appreciate his dumb loverboy act with Madhuri in Koyla but would have given my right arm - and leg - to have a suitor like Raj of DDLJ. I must admit I almost lost my heart to the NRI SRK wrapping himself in a mundu in Swades, then reminded myself it was a film. Not real. Make-believe. My take on SRK was pragmatic - crowd magnet, entertainer, cute and defiantly romantic star, who struck lucky. Then I met 'Him' in his kingdom, a lovely heritage home by the sea. A solid two hours of vintage SRK. And perception shifted, life changed. If I were Freud, I would say that it was SRK's first role of a girl (while he was in school) that granted him the insight into a woman's mind. That women will give up diamonds and biceps for a man, who listens, not grunts in reply while watching Serena Williams play. That women love it when you talk to us, not to our breasts. He doesn't leer, he smiles. Genuinely. Dimples et al. If I am truthful, his SA (Sex Appeal, stupid) rests in that well-defined cleft that groove his cheek. So, why do women love you, Shah Rukh, I ask? Is that a well thought of plan to win over half the Indian audience and market? "No," he grins emphatically. He just loves them. "I respect their emotional intelligence and strength," he explains. The man replies intently, as if the answer is all that matters. As if the person he is talking to is the only one who matters. "You know even in college I never hung around and ogled babes. You must know the type," he says and then, demonstrates for effect. Leans back, white Superman T-shirt stretched tight over newly-pumped muscles, smirks, and then leers obscenely. The ugliness of the moment disappears in his laughter, the actor is gone, and the man takes over. "Never did that," he vouches. Women are mom, sister, wife, and friends. Like Kajol and Juhi. "Who talk to me, tell me their problems. And whatever they might do, I can't get angry with women. You have to seek their forgiveness later," he says. Hello, is that a man talking? And no, this is no inference on the much-whispered sexual preferences of SRK, either. Just shocked since I am sure that words like forgiveness and respect were anathema to the male ego. Then comes the clincher. He leans forward, his voice animated. Like his hair, spilling all over, as though he forgot to visit the stylist. The gray strands stand out. Undisguised and visible to all. Most stars I met, let alone one who is Bollywood's best ambassador (excuse me, Big cool.gif would never allow such utter folly, especially in the presence of a camera. No makeup, too. That's another point in the actor's favour, most interviews are delayed as the stars touch up their faces. Ugh! SRK, of course, was precisely on time. But I deviate. Happens, when you are seated next to Mr Khan. Especially when he is saying that he is as vulnerable as any man next to a beautiful women - he gets attracted. I do not exactly remember what he said next; my mind was too numb to take notes. Suffice to say I was charmed, even more so when he adds he did not believe in quick alliances, momentary pleasure was too high a price to pay for peace. He loves his wife and kids. Not ad verbatim but words to this effect. I would not have been more impressed if he had got down on his knees and proposed or climbed through a window (remember Rani in Kuch Kuch Hota Hai?) to whisper sweet nothings. They don't make men like them anymore, those who vow by their wives and talk fidelity. Either the man is a damn good actor or I am a fool. Or maybe, just maybe, he is just saying the truth. Shah Rukh is tough to grab, this meeting came by after over an year's toil, but once you have him, he is entirely yours. He worries about your comfort, is concerned that my coffee should be "just so". "I don't think she likes the coffee. It's too milky. I shall teach you how to brew it," he tells his man Friday. Wow, SRK in the kitchen! Will wonders never cease? There's more. He has a room full (well, almost) of books. I wish I had the time to linger or browse, but the fact he has them points to his intellectual prowess. And he has two dogs - Dash and Hulk. One of them, a benign Labrador, waddles over to SRK and they exchange greetings. In my book, if a man likes dog, I like the man. Aryan and Suhana come out to play. Suhana hugs dad, says a quick hello to us then rushes ahead, exuberant. Aryan seats himself next to papa and shows a deep interest in the interview. SRK's answers amuse him, some reveal an unknown facet. "Daddy, who didn't want to sign you?" he quips, unbelieving, when SRK talks about an incident when the director didn't give him a film. The father is patient in his answers. But when Aryan interrupts too often (or so SRK thinks) he tells the child to run off and play, while he attends to the guests. He talks about his films, his parents, life as a star, politics, family and home. Then Suhana wants his attention and he is with her 100 per cent. Their faces close together, he reassuringly whispers secrets in her ear, shutting us, the outsiders, out. For then it is just he and his daughter. So do I love SRK? I won't still tear my hair out and work myself up in frenzy, but let's just say I wouldn't say no either.