This is a heartfelt apology to Pooja Bedi for the things i wrote about her in my blog “Double standards galore. I had no right to drag her name in & i admit it was rude inconsiderate and unnecessary-especially towards someone who I have known half my life and have considered a friend
This is a very personal blog. But i have to say it as i think and feel it because I am like that only.
Did you know that our national anthem was composed by Rabindranath Tagore in 1911 in honour of King George the fifth and the queen of England? (Some historians say it was 1919 -will have to verify this one) The entire national anthem is in honour and praise of the King and queen of England!!
Yup one more scandal- I’ve been ignoring it the last few days but now I cant help reacting so i have to blog about it. Because a friend who is an ex neighbour of the supposed rapist has been calling me up & filling me in on all the gup.I’m talking about the Shiney Ahuja scandal. Actor rapes maid and lands in jail.
I’ve been watching the bizarre scandal unfold on the television screens…Socialite arrested for customs duty evasion.Leading newspapers are screaming with cheap headlines such a “qaid mein hai bulbul” Reams and reams of newsprint devoted to what Sheetal was wearing on the way to jail, the value of the jewelry on her finger and the shade of her lipstick!
For the last three weeks I have been waking up everyday at 5 am. Not because I want to or need to but because I am forced to. By the azaan that bellows into my ears through my window from the nearby mosque -
Strangely this morning Kaveri asked me if i was really a pop star because one of her friends mums had mentioned it. I told her yes i was…many years ago before she was even born. She looked sceptical. I had to show her one of my videos on you tube to convince her. She looked at it and told me a bit apologetically that though she thought it it was nice she likes Hannah Montana better!
I moved homes this weekend. After years of trying to find the perfect home and after months of living out of cartons, being harangued by carpentars plumbers and electricians trying to get my interiors done…scouring every gully and store in Mumbai looking for the perfect light fitting, the right colour of tiles, the perfect shade of laminate…
This post is provoked by the fact that I am constantly asked if i have a boyfriend or a man in my life or i have met somebody exciting. By my friends, my family, the media and everybody else and their uncle-I am getting so paranoid and annoyed about being asked this question that yesterday I was convinced my dogs cupcake and muffin were asking me the question too as was the parrot that perched on my window sill! No No No! Stop! Stop! Stop! i wanted to scream but decided to blog instead :-)))