The depression about the Commonwealth Games apocalypse seems to have lifted the moment the phirang visitors declared that the kitschy opener was delightful. It also points us to an overlooked source of enjoyment. The sheer dishiness of athletes. Take Australian hockey player Kate Hollywood who is dying to be offered a role. She might just turn up in the next Akshay Kumar film. She has already confided that she is fascinated by Bollywood. “I would love to be the next blonde Bollywood star. I am a real girly girl and enjoy getting dressed up.” Oh lovely.
We have some lame publicity releases but this has to be one of the funniest ever. Kareena Kapoor’s unceasing machinery has announced that she has beat Shakira hollow. Baffled, you examine it further and figure that the charming Ms Kapoor has danced some manner of hip-swivel in Golmaal 3. The PR gears don’t stop there. We also hear that ‘Kareena did the belly dance, hip movement, etc., without much practice’. Hip movement etc., should be the name of someone’s next movie. But all we can think of now is the horrifying Yeh Mera Dil remake Kareena did in Don. Shakira can rest easy.
Capitol Hill is not a place you pick for a discreet meeting. And desi cameras definitely flashed and popped this week when KD Singh, Rajya Sabha MP from Jharkhand, met with the second term Speaker of the US Congress, Nancy Pelosi. While a range of issues were discussed, the focus of the chat remained on the spectre of terrorism, the recent nuclear cooperation between India and the US and of course, the growth of Maoism in Jharkhand and surrounding areas.
Who knew Salman Rushdie would one day endorse corporal punishment? Especially in the week that he is talking about his new book for teenagers Luka and the Fire of Life. Ah, but that’s just us reaching awkwardly for manufactured irony. All Rushdie was suggesting was that CWG 2010 OC Secretary General Lalit Bhanot should be spanked for his remarks defending the Games hygiene. Who could object to that? There is far more delicious irony in the thought of iconoclast Rushdie taking the position of national pride and how Bhanot’s remarks embarrassed him. How did we get here?