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A most unlovely scene unfolds: Dhanush, pecking at Bollywood with Raanjhnaa, twists in a stock dance, enclosed in imitatory swirls. Wonder if the oh-so-refined Sonam Kapoor, the other, better, half in it, turned her nose up at this.
Scores of panjandrums might strut about in jumpsuits that might unnerve Superman (no, not Kajol; she has class and obvious confidence), but few would match Tanuja in lightness of grace and simple, heart-stopping beauty. Mother, daughter and Ajay Devgn at a function in Mumbai prompt our statement.
Decades of lip-curling, teeth-gnashing and minatory frowning bore the ripest fruit for Pran, one of the most recognisable villains that ever darkened Bollywood screens. Minister Manish Tewari handed over the Dadasaheb Phalke to the actor at his home, surrounded by family.
Now we know what made those curious line-up of actors go daffy and break into an embarrassing jig at the Yamla Pagla Deewana music launch (see last week's Glitterati). Simply, the presence of an apparition with doe eyes, Neha Sharma.