The call time was seven thirty in the morning. I thought to myself, why the hell should I get up early and be on time when the star himself will laze around in bed till eleven. What are we supposed to do till then? Make-up, breakfast and costumes, they say. But won’t he do the same when he comes, so that will give us equal time. But you have to be ready when he comes, that’s the norm. F#$* the norm, I thought to myself.
So I reached Film City by eight thirty, an hour late. My unpunctuality didn’t seem to bother anyone. I met the guy who showed me into the models’ room, where four of my acquaintances from the ramp were waiting. Suddenly I felt at ease, I knew someone. My first question to one of them was ‘so how are the girls?’ by that I meant, to put in simple words, ‘Are the girls in the commercial with us, hot?’ ‘
was his reply, and that put me further at ease, because being around hot girls takes away a lot of my energy, probably because I’m not myself around them.
Past noon, the big star’s car strolled in leisurely late. By now I’d made friends with the other models and discussed topics ranging from girls, movies, industry secrets, workout schedule, sex and girls again. The big star got out of his car reading a tabloid. Soon, he was frisked into his vanity van. His entourage, comprising a manager, stylist, make-up guy, secretary and security, followed suit.
At the end of the day, it was fun to shoot with the big star. He was friendly and patient. He was concerned about small details and kept on asking questions to the director. He was sharp and intuitive on the sets. I guess competition does that to everyone. He also sweared a lot! He would suddenly go
b***c*** yeh kya ho raha hai’
. I guess that made it fun working with him, the swearing bit, and that’s what made him sort of cool too. But by saying so I don’t subscribe to the view that someone who swears is cool, but only a celebrity who swears in front of you is cool!
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