Rib-tickling
Hello! My Tweeple are getting all riled over caste issues. They are very upset with the rather rugged hunk, Jack Dorsey. Poor man did not know we Indians are very touchy, feely and react before thinking. He held a placard saying, “Smash Brahminical patriarchy” and all and sundry have got upset. Did not know Brahmins had so many supporters, amused to see, even those who would otherwise want to dunk the Brahmins, have become their strong allies in this shouting match. Poor Jack and his team were busy cut-pasting the same apology to all.
Slowly I think the Supreme Court has begun to take the supreme in its name rather literally. As long as they look beyond contempt, they will realise they ain’t ‘leaks’, the public has a right to be informed. Speaking of which, there is so much mystery around Justice Loya’s death.
And Bollywood has been left red-faced with a rather not- so‘pretty’ comment. Sadly a victim of abuse, the dimpled gal made a faux pas denting the #MeToo movement, lamely sounding like she would have liked to have experienced it. One wonders whether she cooked up this controversy going by the trailer of Bhaiyyaji 2, a gross film, with lines that would have made Dada Kondke blush. Seems like she is slipping down fast, like the drilling rig spiral.
Speaking of these stars, the eye-rolling revelation of an older model-cumitem dancer in a relationship with a rather young tough actor obsessed with her – she has reportedly removed two of her ribs. So much maintenance for a hunk who is already rather obsessed with her. An Oedipal complex? They say love is... let’s leave it. My 12-packs
are safely cushioned, thank you. Cricket and Bollywood stars are suddenly wanting to mark Italy as the newest destination wedding spot. A billion Indians are sighing and suddenly wanting to get married after wellsynced photographs with ace camera work (no, I am not even suggesting Photoshop) were released. Get me popcorn, I want to see encores of ‘wanting to get married now’. Rush for such mush, I tell you! Again, we are such taddan copycats of George Clooney, going to an island in a boat and I wondered if the manjhi sang, ‘Amore mio .... Do lafzon ki hai dil ki kahani...’
Then the anticlimax as we saw them hiding behind closed curtains.
Arre, it’s a shaadi, not some sudden delivery. It completely killed all the curious cats. All we got from ‘exclusive’ footage was full band baja baarat and extras on the sets, in true filmi style. From the photos, I noticed multiple rings, long streak of sindoor, bangdis, mehendi,
silver rose water sprinkler, full-on bling and
bhatjis in tow. What to say, except best career options for celeb pundits.
The hair was too tightly pulled away from her glowing face for my liking. PS: Deep’s jewellery weighed more than her? Just curious.
Celeb kids-on-the-block are so not happening. Hope they are not feeling insecure because of li’l Taimur, urf, Tim, who now has a doll like him, sitting in a showroom, like Madame Tussauds. Cho chweet his parents have been about it. Shudder to imagine how a younger Saif would have made the shopkeeper run and make mannat to Allah.