Jaya bachchan has come a long way from her Guddi days. In fact, some like Raj Thackeray would say she’s come too far. In the news for addressing a Mumbai crowd in Hindi, she had her moments of
. Her week that was:
September 5, Friday: Abhishek, have you decided what to wear for the Drona music album release tomorrow? [He comes wearing kurta-pyjama] Na, na. Eta ekdom hobey na....Oh, sorry, forgot you can’t speak Bengali. Sigh.
September 6, Saturday: Wasn’t that nice? It felt nice to speak in Hindi instead of Serbo-Croat or Turkish for a change that we did in that ridiculously long ‘Unforgettable’ world tour.
September 7, Sunday: This Raj Makepeace Thackeray is mad! Why isn’t he forcing all the film producers to make Marathi movies out of Bombay? Yes, I can see him turning the song into: Mumbai sey aaya mera dost... Give me my glass of Alka-Seltzer. Aar para jachhey na!
September 8, Monday: [To Amitabh] No, you will not apologise on your bloody blog again! What is there to apologise? Apart from the fact that Bengalis are upset that I told the Mumbai crowd that I’m from UP?
September 9, Tuesday: Amar Singh-ji, I’m speaking to you in English not because I’m from England but because I don’t want you to misunderstand me. Please tell Amitabh not to say sorry. What? No, I’m not say-ing sorry!
September 10, Wednesday: What’s Kshama chahta hoon in Marathi?
September 11, Thursday: What’s Kshama chahta hoon in Mumbaiya? Oh, forget it. Just grovel, will you? Who’s reviewing The Last Lear? Balasaheb? Amay Alka-Seltzer dao Abhishek!