Is there anybody who hasn’t been feeling sick about the ongoing Sheena Murder mystery? I have become almost physically ill with the news, yet turn on the TV the minute I can. I am a victim of the media feeding frenzy & a robotic one at that. The drill in the last few days has been almost identical. Come home, plonk in front of TV, watch till eyes hurt & horror becomes too sick, bile rises & switch it off. Next day – repeat same action.
I grew up the daughter of a senior Govt official. I remember as a child, people’s eyes widening every time they asked me what my father did and I said “My father is a Commissioner of In com tax. I would quickly rush to add “My mom’s a professor of history, triple PHD” but no one was listening. In those days people never asked what your mother did.
Woke up in a sweat last night twice. 1st because I dreamed that Indrani was standing on my veranda, letting poison gas through my aircondioner vents. I woke up choking on the acrid stench & rushed to Kaveri’s room to check that the AC was working fine and all is well. At about 3 am I managed to fall asleep again. Only waking up an hour and a half later – again in a panic. It was Peter Mukherjea’s incessant knocks on the door in my dream that woke me up this time- his face contorted and bulging at me through the convex lens” I know you’re there Suchitra. Open the door. Opeeenn the door!! Hee hee haw haw haw haw haw!!! ”
Gotta stop following this Indrani Peter #SheenaMurderMystery (even started thinking about it in hash tags! Yesterday when a friend asked me to send her my postal address I typed #ArnabspeaksToPeter into the phone . Luckily I noticed it before I hit send- uff.
For those wondering on the Patel agitation and the sudden appearance of Hardik Patel on the scene, can I point you all once again to this post I had shared a few times? The latest being in Jan this year, post the Sri Lankan election.
“The US Govt, having a much larger courtyard than India has evolved nation manipulation into an art.
Maar Daala! Killer! Killing it!
To those familiar & hooked on to social media interactions these are comments one makes or receives when a facebook/twitter/instagram friend uploads a particularly flattering selflie ( beauty lens & filters on full throttle ) or a video of oneself/ themselves doing one of those 1 lakh a month personal trainer workouts.
You know the “10 farmers can pay off their lifelong debt with what I pay my personal trainer in a month) kinda designer trainer …
It’s permeated our psyche for almost two decades now -the “D” word. Its Diabolocal, Dreadful, Dodgy, Detestible but De rigueur almost -Where there’s big bucks, big politics, big crime-the D word invariably crops up -albeit hush hush. Its the biggest “Dhong’ in our “Desh”.
Becoming an actress for me was a happy accident. One thing led to another (because I was always on stage singing & had a pleasant face) and I got picked up to do a TV serial (Chunauti) & then advertisements (Clearasil , Sunrise Coffee, Palmolive soap, Limca blah blah) & then movies (Kabhi Haan Kabhi Naan) etc. This was my ticket to earning money and therefore my freedom.