I haven't gone home with anybody who tried to pick me up in a long time.
I can go back and fall on my head any time.
Probably the most infamous story in our family: My oldest brother took a U-lock bike lock and locked my head to the bedpost. And he didn't just do this for a minute or two; he did this for a couple hours. I was maybe 8 or 9, and he was maybe 15.
What kind of guy goes to every city, has sex with every girl, then he goes and catches HIV.
I remember, post the release of 'Aashiqui 2,' there was a girl from Kolkata who was waiting outside my building for six days, and that's crazy. She should have just called me; I would have gone and met her.
I just saw a guy filling up his gas tank with one hand and smoking with the other. Seriously?
A paparazzo once jumped out of a car and started running backward with me. I slowed down out of courtesy because she started drifting into the street. I reached out my hand and moved her back so she didn't get hit by a bus.
Running around in the grass near an unsecured structure and a bunch of trees is a good way of taking yourself out of the gene pool.
