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Things stars miss… I wonder why

You’ve chosen to be in a profession where millions of people are going to watch you (at least you hope they will, or the producer is in big trouble). You’ve chosen to be in front of the camera (instead of behind it). You’ve chosen to be on magazine covers and TV channels.

india Updated: Sep 24, 2012 17:15 IST

Star: I really miss my privacy.

Me: Really? Privacy? You’ve chosen to be in a profession where millions of people are going to watch you (at least you hope they will, or the producer is in big trouble). You’ve chosen to be in front of the camera (instead of behind it). You’ve chosen to be on magazine covers and TV channels. Even your ‘private’ late-night temple visits are being photographed and printed the very next morning. Your ‘private’ thoughts are on Twitter, Facebook and other social networking sites. If you had any privacy, you would hate it and more importantly, you wouldn’t know what to do with it. So just enjoy the attention. It’s also the main reason you wanted to be a part of the film industry.

Star: I miss eating bhel puri on Juhu beach (usually heard from actresses).

Me: Bhel puri? An ’80s desi fast food option that no actor will even touch today. It has carbohydrates, potatoes (shrieks in horror) and onions. I can bet that none of them have ever even been to Juhu beach. Really, if you miss it so much, bhel puri does get delivered to your house now, along with the chutney. And that too, jaundice-free!

Star: I miss going for long walks in the rain.

Me: I will give anyone who attempts taking a walk in this city, even if it’s not raining, a medal. A long walk in the rain will only ensure one of two things — either you will end up in an open drain or you’ll end up with pneumonia.

Star: I miss the good ol’ days.

Me: In the so-called ‘good ol’ days’; we didn’t have a car, a fridge, a television set or even a phone (forget a BlackBerry). We lived in a 500 square feet flat, travelled by BEST buses and local trains, borrowed ice from the neighbours and paid the same neighbours R3 to use their MTNL phone every now and then. Sure, I do get nostalgic and romanticise about the ‘good ol’ days’. But do I miss them and want them back? Are you kidding me? I’m enjoying my ‘good new days’ too much!

DISCLAIMER: This column is to be taken with a big tongue in your cheek and dollops of humour. It’s with malice towards none and truth towards all.

She’s a director, choreographer, wife, mother... and now a columnist for HT Café. Read Farah Khan’s take on Bollywood every Monday.