Since Starlet wrote that article about her mum the week before last, my mum has been after me too, to write something about her. I was like, “Yaar, Yaar, I’ll write something later when the time is right.”
Turns out, two weeks later this is the right time, since it was Mother’s Day on Sunday. Even though I don’t believe in all this crap about a specific day being for someone, I thought it would be a son-like thing to do to mention her.
My mum was always supportive of me when I decided to enter this field. She, in fact, always knew that this is what I would finally do, so she always roped me into doing stuff which would help me later on. She herself was a model during her college days and is now a theatre and voiceover artist. She is like the mum in the Santoor soap commercial who never grows old. People still mistake her for my sister all the time and when she tells others that she has a son in his mid-twenties, no one believes her.
When she tells them that she has another son in his early twenties, they think she is drunk. She also has a knack for creativity and designing. She makes old things look more beautiful than ever. Our house has been featured in the newspapers a couple of times because of the way it has been designed and decorated.
She keeps trying new things, so every week, there are new cushion covers in our house which she probably painted or embroidered herself. Recently, she has started practising Buddhism, so she keeps chanting for my success in the industry. I hope it works.
Now that the mandatory paragraph on my mum has been dictated to me by her, let’s move on. A lot of you liked my wicked side in last week’s column and I must confess, I was a bit apprehensive of what people might think, but then, hey, this is what I am. I might not be a good guy, but I’m not all bad either.
I’ve been observing VJ Bani for some time in my gym. At first sight, it seems like she gets a new tattoo everyday, but then you realise that she already has 99 tattoos, so there is no space for more. Then, while looking at her biceps, I realised that she can beat the shit out of me in a fight. No, I’m serious, she can whack the living daylights out of me at any given time, and there will be stars revolving around my head like in the cartoons.
I looked again and realised that she is quite hot. Make that very hot, actually…..incredibly hot, and that attitude oooooo…….. I like it baby, that’s the icing on the cake. The only thing I’m afraid of is that if I make a move on her, I’ll probably be found in the dumpster, all bruised and broken. The least I can do is follow her on Twitter!!
In other news, my brother’s story got selected for Chicken Soup for the Indian College Soul. So, all you college people remember to check the book out when it comes out. This got me thinking that there should be a Chicken Soup for the Indian Model’s Soul. Then the immediate thought after that was, apart from me, Starlet and a few other models who I know can write, who else would contribute to such a book? Or there should be Chicken Soup for the Jobless Soul, for people like my friend Basanti who has been jobless for the past seven months. That can cover most of the models too as many of us are jobless all the time.
Or the best one could be Chicken Soup for the Gay Designers, Co-ordinators and Editors’ Soul. Apart from designers and co-ordinators, most of the high-end magazine editors are gay, my writer friends tell me.
As I depart this week, the only thought in my mind is...….Oh Tweety, where have you disappeared. Why are you so busy? Please talk to me, my life is meaningless without you! And I’m sure she won’t read that.
Mista D is what in Bollywood they call the ‘struggler’