Top 40 Shweta Bachchan Nanda Quotes

I hate the monsoons! While everyone else is romanticising the sipping of garam chai and garam pakoras – it’s a common tea-time snack for most Indians in any kind of weather, so why the fuss? I am in revolt.

Some people are comfortable in their skin. They walk in and own the room, make friends and conversation easily, everyone loves them, they are the life of everything they ever deign to be a part of, and that’s great.

So how did I find my voice? Motherhood. There is nothing like having your child dealt an injustice, no matter how small, that gives you all the courage in the world to stand up and put your foot down.

Being an actor and a successful one at that, is the stuff fairy-tales are made of, as you reach unimaginable heights. But it is a tough world and most people do not realise the personal sacrifices made to get to these lofty positions.

I don’t get the romance of airports. Families crying while waving off a member destined for far -off shores to make a livelihood. The euphoric reuniting of couples as they run into each others arms at arrivals, while I am forced to watch on a reluctant interloper.

Airports! The neon floodlit, recycled air filled, melodramatic hell of them. The purposeful mass migration of anxiety-ridden humans as they frantically navigate through beeping buggies and mechanised walkways to make it to their gate in time is the stuff of dystopian nightmares.

Having teens of my own, who let me just add, I am not trying to impress. I come into contact with a lot of them from time to time, if I am lucky! Just listening to them is like mainlining adrenaline.

I once met a person three nights in a row and she told me the same story three times over. Unless you’re discovering a new continent, there is no way you have anything new to tell people you bump into serially.

I enjoy the movies just as much as the next person, I owe my existence and privileged life to it. But I would rather pay for my ticket and watch it in a theater popcorn and cold drink in my hand than swim in the giant fishbowl that is the life of an actor.

Everyone wants to be an influencer. What are the prerequisites? A sunny disposition, the ability to look great in the free clothes you get to wear, the ability to plug a brand in your oh-so-enervatingly vapid captions on social media and a substantial following.

The more you expect out of a person, place or party, the higher your chances of disappointment.

Of all the relationships in my life, the one with my brother is most cherished. He was my first friend, partner in crime, shoulder to cry on and always the wind beneath my wings.

If there are two things you must be by the time you hit your 40s – be kind and be educated. If you don’t have time for both – be kind!

We are drama junkies, living half lives on social media, where we grandstand in a way only cowards do, anonymity gives us wings and if we are not trolling someone or being trolled by someone, the day just isn’t a productive one.

Family vacations are the kind of enterprises you embark upon with hope and optimism, and return with a lot of dirty laundry and suffering extreme exhaustion.

We get our facts from Wiki-something or the other, which at the best of times, is generalised information gathered and submitted by anyone who wishes to!

Welcome to your reality check – social media is not your friend, your friends are your ‘friends’; invest in them, trust me.

I am as it is a very shy person, so for me to be able to have something bright and intelligent to say every time a microphone is thrust in front of me, it’s very intimidating.

Gone are the days when imitation equalled flattery. What happens today, is essentially an entire generation looking outward – not for inspiration, but appropriation – because quite frankly, they’re lost and their role models are increasingly questionable.

The modern brain is clogged with information, a huge percentage of which is non-essential to effective daily functioning.

Of all the art forms that my family dabbles in, writing suits my temperament the most.

Instagram is an app, it is not a realistic representation of anyone’s life – do not base your idea of what your body, hair, face, vacation, relationship or meal should be like according to what you see on it.

I really love fashion, I always have.

I met my brother when I was a month shy of my second birthday – he came into this world in style. I believe my father popped champagne in the hospital corridors and made sure all the nurses got a sip.

Distilled down, it is pretty simple, the only way to overcome shyness is to allow yourself to be vulnerable and nothing made me as vulnerable as unconditional love.

It seems like everyone is stretching themselves too thin and then crashing out in their 40s.

I’m your regular Gen-Xer – married at 22, had my first child at 23 and my second at 26.

I was a stay-at-home mom, with an important job to raise the kids. I filled it into the occupation slot on innumerable immigration cards, looking at the officer with defiant pride. What was I then, now that actively raising my children was no longer my vocation?

I had been a zealous writer of journals my whole life, and beginning my newspaper column gave me a huge sense of purpose while enabling me to understand my own emotions by reading them in black and white.

Parents of adolescents often complain that they cancel all plans to spend time with their kids, who end up giving them a few distracted minutes before they rush off to meet their friends. My advice to you? Don’t cancel your plans. Your time should be respected as well as theirs.

Young people are intimidating. But I really want them to like me. There is something about a group of teens that turns me into a performing monkey.

It is true everyone is going to enjoy their 15 minutes of fame, but they’re going to have to sell their souls for it. For those who chase it, I hope it’s worth the drama.

Because it is only my brother and I who know what it is like to walk in the shadow and fill the shoes of larger-than-life parents. And I am biased, but even so, it is true – he does it with the kind of grace a lesser man wouldn’t be able to.

You become adept at mixing different colours, looks and trends as you grow older.

Millennials may not put emphasis on traditional landmarks in child rearing but strive to bring up their kids to be well-adjusted, empathetic citizens of the world.

I like getting under the skin of the protagonists of every book I read, it makes the whole story so much more personal.

Another advantage millennials have over us Gen-Xers are the dads. They’re engaged, involved and not afraid to strap on a Baby Bjorn.

Books are great, but travel is the greatest teacher. If you have a choice, choose to travel. Not everywhere you go will be wonderful and life-altering; in fact, some places may underwhelm you and that, too, is an experience.

I remember reaching college and having to introduce myself at every class, it was terrifying. I waited fists clenched as one by one my classmates said their names out loud and when it was my turn I simpered and squeezed out a barely audible introduction, my face burned as if it was on fire.

Try scrolling through a regular teenager’s Facebook or Instagram posts, everything is captioned with borrowed words or lyrics from songs, without any filters whatsoever and many times without quotation marks, because we all know what the millenials have done with punctuation.