The polo tourney bearing Jivajirao Scindia’s name could scarcely do without emissaries from the House of Gwalior looking in on it. With coats firmly off arms, Vasundhara and Yashodhara Raje bore the family standard with relish.
Amid the hi-falutin’ overtures at Mahalaxmi race course, a poignant maqta. Chitra Singh wiped away tears to present a trophy in Jagjit’s memory. Not even the maestro’s mehfil could have hit as reverberant a taal.
The father comes with a reputation for playing things close to his chest; the son appears to revel in baring his. Ajith Antony, youngest of defence minister A.K. Antony’s brood, plunges bare-backed into Mollywood’s (s)hallowed waters. But can broad delts and washboard abs help shoulder the burden of fame? Time will tell whether he has got more Riteish in him than Chirag (as in Paswan).
If a Valentine’s night of dirty dancing in Havana—for the upcoming Ek Tha Tiger—could not rekindle Sallu-Kat’s frost-bitten embers, what hope hath Dublin? Ah... but we forget about the music in the city’s air.