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That's my call
Morning my prawn tempuras! I’m enjoying the early morning chill before it gets hot again. Before you wonder if I’ve switched to reporting on the weather, let me give you the daily goss.
Now, we all know that the Deols are a very close-knit family, and have withstood every storm with admirable calm. So when a writer-friend called me out of the blue to inform me about a tu tu main main behind the Deol doors, my jaw almost hit the floor. Just imagine!
According to my zabardast jasoos, a filmmaker who’s known to the family for a long time, approached Sunny Deol with a script he felt was apt for him, chhota bhai Bobby and cousin Abhay. Sunny approved of the project and assured the director that he would get Bobs and Abhay on board.
Meanwhile, the nirdeshak happened to bump into Abhay and updated him on his discussion with bade bhaiya. And Abahy told him he’d revert after talking it over with big brother.
But apparently, the talk didn’t go as pleasantly as anticipated. My khabru claims that Abhay asserted that he had built up a ‘different’ image for himself which he didn’t want to break out of for a run-of-the-mill action-romance with his cousins.
I’m told the conversation ended with Abhay telling Sunny that while he respected his elders, he didn’t appreciate anyone else confirming a project on his behalf.. he makes his own decisions.
Hmm.. I’ve told my writer source that till he divulges the name of the filmmaker, I’m keeping my opinions to myself. Can’t help it dahlings.. I’m partial to the Deols, particularly my dearest Dharampaaji.
Ek akeli shaher mein..
What is this I’m hearing now? Is there such a dearth of intelligent men in apna movie town that shehzaadi Soha Ali Khan had to spend a whole hour at Just Around the Corner in Bandra.. akele akele?
She was engrossed in her book.. in between spoonfuls of salad. What’s more she didn’t even answer calls or messages.
Guess an interesting story is far better company than bachas like Kunal Kemmu. I’m sure mommy Sharmila Tagore would agree too. Hai na?
Law and behold
Oi, oi.. I’ve always known Arjun Rampal to be a law-abiding citizen. So it came as a surprise to be told that he’d been caught breaking traffic rules.
Rampal was cruising along Mahim, early on Wednesday, steering his Porsche with one hand and cupping his cell phone to his ear with the other, yakking away like there’s no tomorrow.
He was so engrossed that he didn’t even see the traffic police jeep inches away from his SUV. Must reprimand him the next time we meet. As one of my favourite netas, Atal Bihari Vajpayeeji, would say, yeh achhi baat nahin hai.
If she had taken even a nano second longer to bring me my Oolong green tea, I would have fired Madhu my Mottu Maid. I still want to give her an earful but she’s begging with me to hold off till she serves me a tiddy bitty on Rajeev Khandelwal.
She was with her hunky boyfriend, downing tequila shots the other night, at some place called Neela Paani or something such in Andheri.. the places she frequents, this Mottu.. when someone mentioned Aamna Sharrif.
It was Rajeev telling his yaar dosts that if Aamna were to walk in and bump into him, it would generate enough fodder to keep the angoor vine churning for the next one week.
Hmm.. does this mean that despite Aftab Shivdasani’s constant presence in her life, Sujal and Kashish are still sweet on each other. Now isn’t that food for thought, my sweetsums.
Breakdown ke baad
From Andheri to Mahalaxmi, Mottu is hurtling down Mumbai streets at top speed.. to get me all the khabar for the day before I switch off.
Seems while she was stuck in traffic outside the Race Course, she spotted a familiar face across the road. Turned out to be Bharat Shah.
His car had broken down. The driver had the bonnet up. Tired of being cooped inside, Bharat bhai stepped out, pulled up the chauffeur, and appeared to be calling for back-up.
Thank god the light turned green and Mots was forced to move on or she’d still be pakaoing me about this once -upon-a-time Shah of showbiz. Oof! But then, such is life dearies.