Sometimes even best-laid plans can go awry. So it was with the entire Ramdev mess. When I drew up the strategy to receive the baba at the Delhi airport, I knew there would be unnecessary media attention. To deflect that, I had secretly requested actress Katrina Kaif and Sourav Ganguly to charter separate private jets and fly into Delhi a few minutes after Ramdev. But unfortunately (in typical Bollywood style), Katrina turned up four hours late. Which was a pity because on the way to the airport I had written a little poem for her on my mobile:
“Katrina ki jawani
Is a radiant, candescent national truth
It makes Nitin Gadkari sing and dance with glee
And inspires Kapil Sibal to write poetry for free.”
Well, I can’t speak for the world, but I must say I was rather pleased with my effort and even texted it to Kat who was impressed. “Kapilji,” she cooed in her accented voice, “no one has written a poem for me. As for Salman, taking off his shirt in...