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Wed, Dec 18,
2002: People could only imagine Jennifer Aniston without her shirt
until snoop photographer Francois Navarre scooped her out for the tabloid.
Pulp reporters have always pulled all stops "to give the public what
it wants".
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Protima Bedi in various moods
and moments as she journeys through an eventful life. |
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Streaking for fulfillment was
how Protima expressed her nude run on the Juhu beach.
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| Tomorrow: Dec 20, 2002 |
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On April 27, 1959 a "crime of
passion" sent shockwaves rippling through Bombay. A Navy commander
had murdered a ritzy romeo with a penchant for defence personnel's wives.
The agent provocateur was Prem Ahuja, a businessman and a philandering
high society playboy who wore his heart on his sleeve and had almost whisked
away Commander Kawas Nanavati's alluring English wife Sylvia from under
his nose.When three bullets from the smoking gun barrel put an end to
the fatal attraction.
Such an incident was unheard of in the higher echelons of the Bombay society
and the "original crime of passion" and the trial thereafter
immediately caught the imagination of the people in Bombay and nationwide.
Not just that. The case brought forth
an upheavel in the judicial system of the country and was a landmark in
India's legal history. From books to movies, the case spawned an interest
unparalled till date.
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Why I streaked |
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Coming from a conservative
bania family, Protima shocked her family by doing an ad for
bras, says Kabir. |
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| The
streak to streak |
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(or other available parts) at a world obsessed with keeping
the private bits hidden. |
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wild wild '70s |
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We were the hell raisers,
the pot smokers, the rule breakers of the 70s, says Kabir Bedi.
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lovers |
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I was always falling in
sex, says Protima when I thought that I was falling in love. |
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| Why I streaked! |
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 Society
has a special way of turning a joyous expression into something ugly.
Here I am in all my totality. Those who have leered at women, lusted
for them and gone through discovering just that little bit more, I
say to them: come, see me I was born this way.
Our thoughts, our mind are narrow, arid and
hollow. Emotionally we are starved. Religiously and intellectually,
we are repetitive and dull.
Politically and economically, we are regimented and controlled.we
are not a happy people. We are not free and joyous.
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home, in our temples and in our schools, we never achieve a creative
being. There is no deep release in our daily thoughts and actions.
One of our hindrances in free living is fear and respectively manifestation
of that fear.
They know not the meaning of the axion that truth is beauty and beauty
truth.
They are enclosed by the walls of their own righteousness and cannot
see beyond.
Their stained glass morality based on orthodoxy, conventions and taboos
has nothing to do with morality.
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