Another litfest, another book under flak. But, hey, at least protests against Bangladeshi writer Taslima Nasreen didn’t drown out, as did her famous ‘co-exilee’, the rest of the proceedings at Calcutta’s fest. In which Outlook’s own Vinod Mehta was featured.
The humour in Limca Book of Records’ bringing out a top 10 of Indian maestros, minus him, was not lost on Pandit Ravi Shankar. While feting the others, he quipped about being more accustomed to receiving awards.
To overshadow a Bond girl, during Paris Fashion Week, should rank alongside Fermat’s Last Theorem in difficulty. Sonam Kapoor threw a tutorial in fashion coup-ery, snuffing Olga Kurylenko’s yellow flame.
Every item in Rahul Bose’s and Bhaichung’s under-the-hammer-bound motherlode of sports memorabilia, including willows from Sachin, Lara and Dhoni, has a story. The children of the Andamans, to whom the proceeds go, wait to hear them.
Former Miss Bangalore Madhuri Bhattacharya spurs them on. Is that not cause enough for the Karnataka Bulldozers to run through their opponents—or the points table as it were?