: A thrilling time is in your immediate future...........

Awww, don’t you feel special? That’s because you are!
She’s wearing a bottle green sari that keeps flying in the wind in that very sexy Zeenie way.
I’m afraid I will never understand what the Indian media makes of Cannes. It’s like they’re so enthralled by all the pretty people in all their pretty finery parading up and down the red carpet, that it’s completely slipped their attention that its a film festival comprised of the biggest movie snobs in the world. Yes, it’s full of Eurotrash and movie stars and glitzy parties on yachts but that’s merely the sideshow. The real business is all about the movies.

This is a crowd where even critics’ darlings like the Coen brothers slink out of the hall after gauging the mood in the theatre because when a movie gets booed in Cannes, it’s basically the creme de la creme of the international film community telling you you suck. And nobody wants to hear that.

Which is why I thoroughly enjoyed hearing, back in 2002, that Sanjay Leela Bhansali had taken his Devdas to screen in Cannes. The last time Indian cinema had been this welcome at Cannes had been in the 1950s - now Bhansali was taking his version of the 50s to the Cannes. I cannot begin to tell you how much I enjoyed imagining the baffled faces of the international critics as Shahrukh Khan and Aishwarya Rai made their stilted, hammy way through the bloated script, drenched in what must have looked like bordello colors to the Europeans. Richard Corliss, one of the rare international reviewers who liked it, has said before that he was pretty much the only person left in the hall once the movie shuddered its way to a stop.

I love it when people raise a giant fuck you to the establishment. And in Devdas‘ case, I don’t think Bhansali even knew that was what he was doing. Icing on the cake.

Anyway, Devdas‘ drunken debut onto the world stage heralded another, more significant event - the emergence of Aishwarya Rai as a Cannes regular.

It’s rather unclear what she does in Cannes - I believe the French would sooner slather their crackers with Kraft cheese than screen the likes of Steve Martin’s Pink Panther, one of her upcoming movies, at Cannes - other than look pretty for L’Oreal but thank God she does that because otherwise the Indian media might have been forced to talk about the movies instead and that’s always a disaster.

So here you have it - Aishwarya Rai gilding the lily in everything from a parrot green Neeta Lulla outfit to a silvery off the rack (oh, the ignominy!) Armani. One ton of paint on her face and Jaya Bachchan dressed like a she-leprechaun lurking the background with trusty sidekick Amar Singh, and she still looks better than you, doesn’t she? Them’s the breaks, cupcak





I have read most and quite simply .. I am impressed. The impeccable choice of words, control over his language, no imminent show of disrespect although make no mistake ..he is mincing no words when he wants to hit out… yet never does he offend.

Artful!

I wonder if that has to do with the fact that he is a Libran ( mostly balanced folks) or that he is savvy enough to have an enviable vocabulary coupled with the intelligence to pick correctly. A mix of both I would think.

Talking of ‘pick’ ..He has ‘chun chun ke’ given it to media which has wronged him. ..the TOI, electronic channels, gossip magazines and what have you. But honestly, his veraciousness comes across strongly. Not just that, you begin to actually symapathise with him..and I had to catch myself from getting depressed.

C’mon…I said to meself.. one doesnt feel sorry for AB!!! He has everything in the world going for him!! What more can a man ask for??

But If one were to ask him , it would seem ..plenty, yet!! He seems quite miserable and hurt. That got me to think. Every man has a cross to bear. We only imagine the grass to be greener on the other side..but only the wearer knows where the shoe pinches.

If that be the case why do we run after temporary material things? Nothing comes for free.Ask AB!!The price tag may be one which demands a piece of your life and peace of your mind!!

So..from today no cribbing.. I am gonna have a smile all over my face at all times. Even in the presence of those who are Devil Incarnate!! All I have to do is remember..AB can also be miserable.They didnt spare him either!!

Just thinking aloud?? How many posts is he going to write cribbing about the wrongs done to him? Will he ever run out??

I do agree he has all the right to defend his name and his integrity in the face of spineless journalists and gossippers who leave him no rest. Who use him to spice up their pages and their bytes, add life to their lifeless tele stories. uncaringly, ruthlessly and viciously. Looks like the media is getting it back now..tables have turned and HOW!! I love it!

Does this automatically translate into MSm now going legit? Will they now print/publish/telecast only genuine stuff? Will sensationalism get to be thing of the past? Will blackmailing publishers now find themselves left lonely, forlorn, loveless and powerless in their built on blood and tears ( others) Ivory Tower?

Hmm..looks like it. Somebody commented on my blog a while back. Anyone who has a keyboard is a publisher. Now AB has one and soon all celebrities will follow and then the game is over..wow!!

yet..

reminds me of the line ‘ I cried because I had no shoes till I saw a child who had no feet”

kabhi kisiko muqammal jahaan nahin milta..

kahin zameen to kahin aasmaan nahin milta.