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This is from before what is now being described as the Verdict 2009. Part II of Shekhar Gupta's On the wall, off the road:
[Jaya Prada] fields questions from us in her “Emperor Suite” in a circuit house-ish hotel on the outskirts of Rampur, 200 km from Delhi, delightful malapropisms dropping from her mouth like ripened mangoes from trees during a summer storm in these parts, produced with all the nonchalance of a Lalu:
“It was one of the part of the game, people are affectionative.” “I want, dada, I just want to have a feel of occupation,” she says, suggesting that politics gives her a feel of being relevant, important, even occupied.
On having to choose between NTR and Chandra Babu Naidu: “I stand there in the middle of the road. I have to choose which side I bend,” she recalls, not knowing whether to go right or left. She chose Babu who was initially nice, gave her Rajya Sabha, and then dumped her. She tried to return to Bollywood, but found that in Mumbai, meanwhile, things had changed and there were no roles for her, because she was good with “subbued” roles and now movies were different. “It was, like, dada, a car brakes at a hundred miles per hour. I did not know where to go. Pressure was immensive.”