See, I know that would grab your attention. So I will stick to the topic at hand. At a club the other day. The kind of club that is frequented by television and Bollywood stars. Naturally, then I sat in the foyer looking like something the cat brought in and then refused to even chew on, and spat out in disgust, while I wait to meet some friends I have to meet. No, I am not a member. I dont even want to be. I would die of agony everytime I had to visit, and face the horror of being confronted by such visions of perfection, buffed and polished and matching matching from tip to toe.
And then she walked in. In a simple kurti and jeans. Not a scrap of make up on her face. Holding two little boys with adorable cuteness written all over them, and double stamped to ensure you noticed them and went awwwww. And you looked at her with the strange feeling that you know her from somewhere and maybe you should be polite and smile at her in case she feels you are being snooty. And so you smile your “Hell, I think I know you from somewhere and am damned if I can remember right now,” smile. And she smiles back with a smile so brilliant your brain suddenly lights up with mega stadiumlights of recognition and she passes you, leaving you kicking yourself on the shin for being such a doofus (metaphorically of course, because you are rooted in shock to your seat and cannot for the life of you lift yourself agilely off the deep sofas you’ve plonked yourself into) and not running behind her and begging her for an autograph signed out to the husband which would have made him worship you at the altar of The Perfect Wife for the rest of your days together.
And for those who are curious, this woman is not photogenic. Not by a long shot. Thats how beautiful she is.
And yes, the husband moped around with square jaw at mid-calf level for days, and watched re runs of Madhuri movies in mourning for opportunity missed, when he was informed by a chuckling moi as to a cheeky “Guess whom I saw today???”. Yes, this after her becoming do bachcho ki maa. Didn’t see this devotion to moi even when I was no bachchon ki maa…
Kind of makes one want to curl up in some corner and fast unto death in protest. One could least knock off some kilos in the process. Looking so good should be banned by the law.