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Kahaani Koshish Kumar Ki! | 2008-07-03
The B-Town struggler has a lot more to share!
Yaaaaawn!
I‘m really tired and sleepy man. Just came back from a ramp show. Finally work, after goddamn so many years!
With the money I get from today‘s mehanat, and I hope I get it, I‘ll finally be able to buy that trimmer which I‘ve been thinking of buying for like a year now.
Though I got screwed badly through the whole evening. Just wanted it to get over!
I thought I‘d fall down any moment now.
These Mumbai rains got the better of me and I‘ve been down and out for the past couple of days. Thanks to my roomies and some antibiotics, I somehow managed to do the show today; otherwise there were all possibilities of me writing this piece from the hospital bed with needles poked in different parts of my body.
Good guys I share the house with!
I made one of them press my legs and the other one tap my forehead lightly to replicate what my mom and dad used to do when I fell sick as a child.
Though the effect wasn‘t the same, it was quite satisfactory.
Went to Olives the other day and saw someone called Karan Hukku wearing a horrible pair of jeans. The guy is handsome though. He did this movie called ‘Kya love story hai‘ and now acts in some K serial.
Also spotted Ameesha Patel and I think this guy who was Rahul Sharma (Pandit Shiv Kumar Sharma‘s son). I‘m sure there were many other lesser known mortals too, faces of few, which I thought I‘d seen somewhere, but I‘m sorry guys you are not that famous yet.
For those of you who still don‘t know, Olives is like this over the top expensive restaurant where the rich and famous frequent a lot.
And if you are wondering how could I afford it?
Then well, I cannot.
Even in my dreams I can‘t afford to go to Olives. Of course it‘s bound to change in the future but for the time being this act of benevolence was by a close relative who happened to visit Mumbai and wanted to go to a place where the stars frequent.
So I took him to one. But found out later that the vodka and red-bull was not worth it. I find better people in the dhaba where I eat everyday!
Also went for this audition for a telecom service, and of all the days those idiots had to hold it on Sunday.
I know models are usually unemployed, but that doesn‘t mean that you rob them of their Sundays. And such big ones usually take around two hours. Fortunately met this decent guy whom I could talk to and more importantly who could talk back.
Otherwise the other freaks of nature around me were all busy rehearsing their dialogues, that too in crappy English.
Since the punch-line was supposed to be angrezi! And it was going to be dubbed anyway.
Commercials need our faces, not our voices. Get that in your heads my fellow brothers and sisters... (Except 3). The best part is that these 3 don‘t even know each other.
Haha!
It had to happen again tonight. Even after so long, I still haven‘t been able to adjust myself to this funda of air kissing. It creeps the hell out of me.
Whoever invented this was the sissiest child of God. I usually do what I‘m best at during such circumstances. Blend in with the curtains and stay away. I mean what if you turn the wrong way, or are you actually supposed to kiss the person?
Or why such a long ordeal, why not a simple handshake?
I like kissing chubby children on their cheeks and some girls who allow me to, but guys kissing guys!
This funda is way beyond my comprehension. Maybe I‘m still a bit desi for it!
Anyway, I can see one of the roomies twisting and turning from the light of this laptop. So I better shut it off otherwise next time, no one will play pseudo parents for me.
Take care, and make sure to watch ‘Kung Fu Panda‘ this week!
The B-Town struggler has a lot more to share!
Yaaaaawn!
I‘m really tired and sleepy man. Just came back from a ramp show. Finally work, after goddamn so many years!
With the money I get from today‘s mehanat, and I hope I get it, I‘ll finally be able to buy that trimmer which I‘ve been thinking of buying for like a year now.
Though I got screwed badly through the whole evening. Just wanted it to get over!
I thought I‘d fall down any moment now.
These Mumbai rains got the better of me and I‘ve been down and out for the past couple of days. Thanks to my roomies and some antibiotics, I somehow managed to do the show today; otherwise there were all possibilities of me writing this piece from the hospital bed with needles poked in different parts of my body.
Good guys I share the house with!
I made one of them press my legs and the other one tap my forehead lightly to replicate what my mom and dad used to do when I fell sick as a child.
Though the effect wasn‘t the same, it was quite satisfactory.
Went to Olives the other day and saw someone called Karan Hukku wearing a horrible pair of jeans. The guy is handsome though. He did this movie called ‘Kya love story hai‘ and now acts in some K serial.
Also spotted Ameesha Patel and I think this guy who was Rahul Sharma (Pandit Shiv Kumar Sharma‘s son). I‘m sure there were many other lesser known mortals too, faces of few, which I thought I‘d seen somewhere, but I‘m sorry guys you are not that famous yet.
For those of you who still don‘t know, Olives is like this over the top expensive restaurant where the rich and famous frequent a lot.
And if you are wondering how could I afford it?
Then well, I cannot.
Even in my dreams I can‘t afford to go to Olives. Of course it‘s bound to change in the future but for the time being this act of benevolence was by a close relative who happened to visit Mumbai and wanted to go to a place where the stars frequent.
So I took him to one. But found out later that the vodka and red-bull was not worth it. I find better people in the dhaba where I eat everyday!
Also went for this audition for a telecom service, and of all the days those idiots had to hold it on Sunday.
I know models are usually unemployed, but that doesn‘t mean that you rob them of their Sundays. And such big ones usually take around two hours. Fortunately met this decent guy whom I could talk to and more importantly who could talk back.
Otherwise the other freaks of nature around me were all busy rehearsing their dialogues, that too in crappy English.
Since the punch-line was supposed to be angrezi! And it was going to be dubbed anyway.
Commercials need our faces, not our voices. Get that in your heads my fellow brothers and sisters... (Except 3). The best part is that these 3 don‘t even know each other.
Haha!
It had to happen again tonight. Even after so long, I still haven‘t been able to adjust myself to this funda of air kissing. It creeps the hell out of me.
Whoever invented this was the sissiest child of God. I usually do what I‘m best at during such circumstances. Blend in with the curtains and stay away. I mean what if you turn the wrong way, or are you actually supposed to kiss the person?
Or why such a long ordeal, why not a simple handshake?
I like kissing chubby children on their cheeks and some girls who allow me to, but guys kissing guys!
This funda is way beyond my comprehension. Maybe I‘m still a bit desi for it!
Anyway, I can see one of the roomies twisting and turning from the light of this laptop. So I better shut it off otherwise next time, no one will play pseudo parents for me.
Take care, and make sure to watch ‘Kung Fu Panda‘ this week!
Comments (1)
All my sympathies are with you for having to witness airkissing while blending in with the curtains... and for going to Olives. You paint an interesting picture of Mumbai from the eye of a ‘struggling‘ model. | Namrata
