THE marriage was on the wedding cards for a long time now. And in one swift stroke, all the secret rendezvous, spill-all stories and scandal finally ended in a legit liaison. The once married Azhar wound up being much more married.
Celebrating the catch that almost cost him his career, the couple threw a grand bash on November 16, with the bride brilliant in peach and gold, also the theme for the party. The Ballroom at the Taj Mahal, Mumbai, was a beehive of activity, venue for the 200 chosen few. Security allowed only valid security pass-cum-invitation cardholders. And, it was a match that couldn't be missed.
A virtual who's who, the guest list comprised film personalities Shahrukh Khan with wife, Jackie Shroff and Mithun Chakravarty, models Namrata Shirodkar, Sabah Khaleeli, choreographers Hemant Trivedi, Sangeeta Chopra, Lubna Adams, cricketers Sachin Tendulkar, Ajay Jadeja and the city's top industrialists. The state chief minister, however, declined to attend. Could it have anything to do with the protest being staged by a Muslim group against the marriage close to the reception venue? Who cared? Not the blissful couple certainly. But they cared for the food, believing firmly in the maxim each to his own. For officials at the five-star hotel swore that Sangeeta swooped on the continental fare while Azhar stuck to his roots. If nothing else, at least Hyderabadi food represented home
URBAN folk singer extraordinaire Suman Chatterjee's harshly honest, soul-stirring lyrics have soared into cyberspace. The Calcutta musician, who returned from the US some years ago and, armed with an acoustic guitar, a pungent pen and a well-trained voice, proceeded to rewrite the notes of Bengali music, now has a home page on the Internet. Thanks to Suman enthusiast Sudipto Chatterjee who, besides translating his songs, has shot a documentary on him. "It's a nice feeling to be listed out there in cyberspace," says India's first musician to be thus honoured.
ANOTHER long-legged lass stages a walkout on the ramp. Stunning Sabah Khaleeli would rather her name appear in fine print than in the fashion spreads of Oomph, the new high-fashion magazine in which she makes her debut as associate editor. "It's just a heavy-duty designation," she says. "I'm the worrier and the critic and offer a layman's view of things to the publisher, Kamlesh Shah and editor, designer James Ferreira." With a photo-feature by Pamela Bordes nee Singh and an article by Channel V's Laila Rouass, the first issue is likely to hit the stands by December. Meanwhile, she is set to launch her modelling agency 'Oomph Too'. Looking pretty is good but sitting pretty just doesn't do for Sabah.
PLAYING with fire—in Agnisakshi—once was enough. But Manisha Koirala won't do it again. When offered a role in a Pakistani production by Mohammed Ali Sheikh, son of PML leader Sheikh Mukhtar, she sensibly sought the Sena supremo's go-ahead. Music for the production was scored by Nusrat Fateh Ali. But Manisha who crossed the border fromNepal into India easily has found that crossing over to Pakistan is not such a walk-over. And though Thackeray called it a "spirit of nationalism", 'tis better to spurn than to burn. Right Manisha?