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Howdy my marshmallows, how are thee? I had certainly not expected to begin my Sunday like this.. talking about Sanjay Dutt and Maanyata bhabhi’s partying times. How I wish I’d continue lazying under the quilts till late noon.. evening.. night, while getting myself an aroma therapy, manicure and pedicure, followed by a warm bubble bath.. but alas, sometimes a girl’s got to work even while the whole world is chilling.
Anyway, let me get over and be done with your dose of daily goss poss. So Uncle Sanju baba (so, funny.. yeh baba toh uncle hai) and Manya bhabhi went to have a good time over the weekend with DJ Aqueel and some friends at Poison in Bandra.
Guess they were not prepared to meet any photographers there, so they were taken by surprise when the flashes went on soon after they stepped out of their car. In his trademark bhai ishtyle, Sanju wanted to know why they couldn’t be left alone.
Next: he insisted that the photographers delete all the pictures and then without any feeling of apology he asked them to join him for a drink or two three four. All the while, Maanya bhabhi remained silent. Main choop rahungi types.
Of course, being khuddaar, none of the lensmen accepted his bribe. Aah, badhiya hai.. must send them a couple of bottles of exclusive and expensive wine from my collection.
Now, a jasoos from Juhu is again pestering me to cultivate Harman Baweja (shudder, shudder). Reason: she says that I’ll frequently receive the freshest of flowers and the biggest of bouquets from him every once in a while. Whatever!
My informer adds that Harman had a bouquet of yellow roses and orchids delivered to Amrita Rao.. his co-star from Victory. Nah, her mother wasn’t shocked, because the bouquet wasn’t delivered to her residence.. but at a sports channel studio, where she was promoting their movie. What’s the big deal about it?
By the way, it seems a long time since I heard about Harman sending a bouquet to Priyanka Chopra. Hope, all is well between the two love birds though.
Aadmi akeyla hai
Boredom is what Neil Nitin Mukesh is going through in Dubai on Friday night. Seems there was some television awards show in Dubai, and Neil had gone there to add some star (???) power (????????). But was nowhere to be seen at the venue.
Nah, before you wonder who he was playing the field with, he was chilling out with his guy gang. Yeh dostana hum nahin chhodenge.. types.
Rapchick Rajni, my reporter messaged from Dubai to tell me that Neil, who had gone partying with his friends at the Hyatt hotel, didn’t seem like he was having a good time. He looked so much like a little boy lost that Rajni wanted to invite him to join her for dinner in her suite.
Better sense prevailed and Rajni preferred to take up a dinner invitation from a hunky gora instead. As for Neil.. does it look anyone cares?
Low main aa gaya
But yes, I do care for Lucky Ali. Dunno what he’s doing to himself though. He was in town the other night, for good friend Yana Gupta.. she was singing at Bootleggers the other night, so naturally he was excited. They’re friends.. just friends.
I don’t know about Yana’s vocal skills (and not that anyone is interested too) but I do admire Lucky’s patient ways. Considering the show was to start at 11 p m, Ali arrived as early as 8 p m. And since there was no one around to meet and greet, he preferred to eat.. eat.. eat.. eat.. eat. Such a long eatery, I tell you.
Men will be men
Omygosh! Now Mottu wants to complain about Uncle Randhir Kapoor. She claims he ruined her dinner at China Garden, Kemps Corner, where she was with her date (some hunk, she insist) the other night.
Mots sighs that the evening had begun wonderfully well, what with the aromatic candle-lit ambience and champagne and caviar.. until Randhir uncle sauntered in with a couple of friends. They were wining and dining.. and wining and dining.. with such gusto that she and her date could barely hear each other. So much so that they.. Mots and her date, not Dabboo uncle dahlings.. started conversing through SMSs despite sitting across the table.
Mots is still regretting missing out on the honey noodles and other dessert delicacies. Silly woman. But then, such is life dearies.