First off Kudos to Kamla for managing to pull this one off. She spoke to Abhishek Bachchan in LA, who was there as part of the Unforgettable Tour after having covered Canada and Trinidad. And as usual, Kamla’s questions were sharp, and to the point and revealed that she had done her homework. For instance, her knowing that AB baby collects watches. Who knew that? (I didn’t – not that I care enough anyways). That, and that a blog is underway.

Pity then that the interviewee was boring as hell!

Click here to continue reading ‘Abhishek Bachchan, Plugged.’

I consider myself as a 28 year old with an equally active testosterone and other such related hormonal behaviour as any 18- or 20-year-old. And yet I don’t get the fascination (some) youths have developed for an ongoing reality show called Splitsvilla aired on MTV India.

In a nutshell Splitsvilla consists of 20 women vying for attention of two young men. The folks behind this reality show would like us to believe that the concept of the show is the search for True Love (along with a fetching sum of Rs 5 lakh.) Each week one girl’s fate rests in the hands of the two men, who have the power to vote her out of the show.

Reality Shows today are the "in-thing" and like others, I too immensely enjoy(ed) watching many of them. However I fail to see the point behind a show such as this and that too being heavily promoted by a channel responsible in so many ways for shaping the minds of our youth.

Click here to continue reading ‘Splitsvilla Or Shamesville?’

Ever noticed how often we, as a race, use this word? There is actually no Hindi equivalent of adjust, which is just as well, because we have plucked that word from its native vocabulary and planted it in our own homegrown context, Indianising it to such an extent, that even the most well ‘adjusted’ Hindi speakers amongst us won’t think twice before using it.

Adjust: to compromise, to make some allowances, to make do. After all, sab chalta hain na.

So, a few days ago, I opened my Inbox to find myself part of a mass mailer from dear friend Parmesh Shahani inviting a bunch of us to Hilton to munch over the different aspects of Indian Identity. The group included professors from Havard, playwrights and authors. And then there was me. Whose identity, written in a bracket after the name, said only one word. Blogger. (How cool is that?)

So adjustment toh karna hi pada. Power lunch ka sawaal tha.