Edge, do, teen
Each morning sees some task begin, each evening sees it close. Something attempted, something done, has earned a night’s repose. Ah, now please don’t read too much into this.
I haven’t become a philosopher overnight. It’s just that I have a friend, Baby, who stays in Bahrain, who’s only interest is literature and.. er.. showtown gossip. Unlike my dear Vijjy who’s only interest in life is moi, moi and moi.
All he can think of is nibbling on my ears, having a meal out of my hands and making phone calls at regular intervals during the day. He’s sweet but.. anyway. I don’t want to talk about my personal life here. That’s not for goss today.
Baby from Bahrain called me yesterday that Baby is in town for a fashion week. And guess who Baby spotted at one of the shows? Preity Zinta.
“So?” I asked.. Baby behaved as if Baby had met the royalty. When I prodded Baby some more, the little wonder from Bahrain whispered in my little ears that Ms Zinta made a late entry (and I thought doing that to attract attention was so out of vogue) and didn’t get space to sit in the front row.
Aww.. poor lady. She had to parade up and down the row looking for a seat. No luck.
Then an angel-like gentleman got up and offered her some space on the edge of his seat. What could ma’am do other than fitting herself in that?
After a while, Baby says, someone left the show and Zintaji found enough room to sit comfortably. Oh.. these crowded fashion weeks I tell you.
Pal do pal
I’ve heard so much about budding friendships in tinselville that I’ve started believing that there’s nothing holier for its denizens than making new sahelis and dosts.
And guess who are in the running to be titled the next best friends? Nana Patekar and Manoj Bajpai. They’re shooting for Rajneeti in some Rajasthani place.
That’s where these two supposedly difficult actors hit it off big time. They’ve been behaving like two teenaged friends.. they’ve been pulling off pranks on anyone and everyone. Now.. this is what I call dost.. dosti.. umm.. dostana?
Egg main aur egg tu
Everyone I hear about these days wants to lose weight.. some of them don’t even have enough to lose but well.. who can stop them from jumping on to the bandwagon? And do what after cutting on the excess kilos.. fly in the air maybe?
But there are some who ought to have started cutting the kilos long ago. One of them is a certain actress called Neetu Chandra. I’ve stopped logging on to this networking website kitabon ka chehra or chehra kitaab, ever since I discovered everyone worth their salt and pepper is using it for networking themselves, their boyfriends, girlfriends, neighbours and what have you.
But Madhu my Mottu Maid, who recently became a member on the website (she doesn’t mind aping people you know).. says that La Chandra’s new status message states that she’s eating five egg whites a day to keep her fat under control. Wah, wah Neetuji.. der aaye.. durust aaye.
Mitra.. my friend?
Mottu thinks that after becoming an active networker, she can feed my ears with goss about just anyone in showtown. Worse.. she expects me to be interested. Hmm. Now, she says that she knows something about Koena Mitra. I want to know if she still exists in the first place. Mottu insists she does. So I lend an ear. She says that Ms Mitra has been throwing super tantrums on Jhalak Dikhhla Jaa.. that dance show which features my only darling on the tube.. Ram Kapoor.
This Mitra girl is a wildcard entrant. And Mottu says she can’t handle the media and crew attention. Everyone is told, “Takhliya,” when she rehearses. Achha? But doesn’t she need the attention.. now that there are barely any films which feature her? Think.. think.
And now, the excited Mottu has something on Rakeysh Omprakash Mehra.. the ad-filmmaker-turned-director. Now, director saab is super generous. How does Mottu know? Apparently, he accepts everyone’s friend requests (imagine, he accepted Mottu’s also!).. whether he knows them or not. And I’d heard something about the dangers of being friendly with unknown people.. hmm but then such is life dearies.