It’s that time of the year again.
When my bloody jeans get so tight that they could pass off as jeggings or heggings or whatever ugly name they’ve given stretch jeans.
Anyway, the highpoint of Christmas was to discover that we are such a liberalised society. Yes, dahling, will you please light my menthol while I let my mind get as broad as my ass.
It started with Vidya Balan and Rani Mukherjee in what was supposed to look like a hot kiss, on the front page of Mumbai Times.
Dude, really, why?
First, they don’t have the guts to do an actual lip lock. This is a cheat faces at an angle kiss.
Second, even if they did, would we want most of the population throwing up their breakfast. I mean it’s as bad as seeing Nirupa Roy smooch Reema Lagoo.
Really, who wants to watch jaded auntie’s kissing. And that too while publicising a movie based on the Jessica Lal murder? What’s the connection? It’s not Thelma and Louise ladies; it’s a true story of how a girl was murdered.
Wake up, and get your publicity right. And oh by the way, I read they did the same “mock lip lock” at the IIT Mumbai Festival.
Even Savita Bhabi has better taste.
The next revelation came on Christmas Day. Yeah, it did. At a tea party. Where I was introduced to R, and told she’s D’s partner.
Now partner is such a loose word. It could mean they work together, they are a couple-but don’t want to say they are a couple, they have had children together but now have other partners...etc etc.
The possibilities are endless. The girl sensed my confusion and said, “We are business partners. That’s it. We started our company together.”
I smiled and nodded. Okay, point noted. Partnership details duly registered.
Till an hour later, when I popped into the balcony to say bye, and she was lounging in her partners lap.
This is so confusing. Is lounging on the lap the new air kissing? business meeting? conference calling?
How will I ever be up to date? Gotta go look for a shop that sells menthols.