Madhu my Mottu Maid sails in without any thought for my morning nourishment. No chai, coffee or thanda, only an icy nugget on Pankaj Advani. He’s some snooker and billiard champ, she tells me, a double gold medallist blah blah. Aagey bolo!
Well, seems Mr Khiladi was house hunting in the city recently, looking up some plush property in South Mumbai. So? With a triumphant look on her face, Mottu exclaims that he’s a Bangalore boy. So? So, he wants a second ghar in amchi Mumbai with an eye to Bollywood.
Mots, who seems to believe that any Tom, Dick and Khiladi has acting aspirations, is still around twitting about how our champ has a soft corner for Katrina Kaif. Good choice given that she is Bangalore’s Royal Challengers’ brand ambassador, says Vijjy, my eternal Khiladi.
Before they get too playful, I’ve given Mottu the marching orders and have told Vijjy he can watch his billiards champ on telly without bringing it into my bedroom.