Never mind that a spruced-up Maurya Sheraton in the capital, with loads of crisp Thai orchids and succulent Sikandari raan, didn’t tempt him enough. Former US prez Bill Clinton instead opted for the Roosevelt House in the capital for his night halt. But his love-affair with India continued—dressed casually in henna-green T-shirt and off-white trousers, he walked around in the narrow and desolate bylanes of Anjar and Ratnal in quake-devastated Gujarat, broke his security cordon when over two-dozen school girls came forward to apply tika and perform a puja, and mingled freely with all and sundry. “I am shaken up. I just can’t find the right words. It’s so depressing,” he kept saying. He didn’t even eat anything the whole day during his visit. “Please don’t force me to eat,” he told his hosts.
You just cannot ignore this. After burning her fingers with Bollywood, Nagma is now eager for a foothold in the Kannada film industry. She reportedly called up a director recently and pleaded for a role. “I have lost weight and can dance with vigour,” she reportedly told him. Some desperation, no?
Valmik Thapar’s go at “red tapism” at the first Carl Zeiss Wildlife award, given to G.V. Reddy of the Ranthambhor National Park last week, had many squirming. The talk of the evening—the mating scenes in Thapar’s film on Ranthambhor tigers.