“Amitabh Bacchan, Sharmila Tagore and Sanjay Dutt”
“Yeah right!! And we are the beatles” was our response when this guy narrated the list of people who would be visiting our house for the movie shoot.
This was about June last year. We guys had a gala time pulling the guys legs and ridiculing the notion that our house would be the one selected for this shoot. Told all my friends and received more than the odd sarcastic sneer serving only to embolden my belief that it was no more than a trick being played to get us to sign up for this ‘circus’ (as it turned out in the end). We didn’t show any interest after that and neither were we being pestered for it. We had the art director come and pay a visit along with a rep. of the director. Still nothing moved along. They suggested that they would need to make some modification to our compound wall and we asked them shove it. That was the end of it as far as we were concerned.
Then one fine day, a Friday, this fellow again came by the house with a wad of cash and serious intent writ large on his face. The crew arrived pots and plants in tow and gave the front portion of the place a complete makeover. Still I was a little wary of informing people that the big B was coming. I just weighed the tongue lashing that I would get if I didn’t inform a lot of people as against the lashing that would come my way if I did broadcast this and he didn’t turn up, coz I would get a thrashing regardless of what happened. I remembered the teaching from the OWTI bible : KJ 6.3:
“Do what you shall, a thrashing is your destiny”
So I decided that I would take the former course of action and didn’t tell most.
Sunday came with more crew and more equipment and our place resembled a carnival site. Slowly we started to realize just how huge this whole operation was. We had our share of pimply sixteen somethings screaming out John’s name and yelping with delight everytime he looked and waved at them. We had the usual rowdies jostling to just get a glimpse of the big B. But what I will remember the most is the tons and tons of HAM that I had to bear for not informing people about the whole damn thing. It usually went along these lines….
“DUKU, how come XYZ is here? How does she/he know?”
One of my friends who has vowed to always have my back goes “ coz he called her and told her. And he didn’t tell you!!!!!”
“Ooohhhhh duku so mean. I am angry. Can I get a snap with Amitabh/Jon??”
A very good friend of mine who hasn’t had the time to visit my place for the last year or so is pissed with me. She would have definitely come to see the big B. ouch!!!! That one hit dead center.
Got to learn a lot about human nature during the couple of days.
The highlight was of course the snap with big B. Got lucky. Very few did.
All things considered it was quite an experience. Not one that I am likely to forget easily.
Would I go through it again? Don’t think so…though you never know. Halle Berry just might come knocking and say "he baghaaaaaaaa”
“Yeah right!! And we are the beatles” was our response when this guy narrated the list of people who would be visiting our house for the movie shoot.
This was about June last year. We guys had a gala time pulling the guys legs and ridiculing the notion that our house would be the one selected for this shoot. Told all my friends and received more than the odd sarcastic sneer serving only to embolden my belief that it was no more than a trick being played to get us to sign up for this ‘circus’ (as it turned out in the end). We didn’t show any interest after that and neither were we being pestered for it. We had the art director come and pay a visit along with a rep. of the director. Still nothing moved along. They suggested that they would need to make some modification to our compound wall and we asked them shove it. That was the end of it as far as we were concerned.
Then one fine day, a Friday, this fellow again came by the house with a wad of cash and serious intent writ large on his face. The crew arrived pots and plants in tow and gave the front portion of the place a complete makeover. Still I was a little wary of informing people that the big B was coming. I just weighed the tongue lashing that I would get if I didn’t inform a lot of people as against the lashing that would come my way if I did broadcast this and he didn’t turn up, coz I would get a thrashing regardless of what happened. I remembered the teaching from the OWTI bible : KJ 6.3:
“Do what you shall, a thrashing is your destiny”
So I decided that I would take the former course of action and didn’t tell most.
Sunday came with more crew and more equipment and our place resembled a carnival site. Slowly we started to realize just how huge this whole operation was. We had our share of pimply sixteen somethings screaming out John’s name and yelping with delight everytime he looked and waved at them. We had the usual rowdies jostling to just get a glimpse of the big B. But what I will remember the most is the tons and tons of HAM that I had to bear for not informing people about the whole damn thing. It usually went along these lines….
“DUKU, how come XYZ is here? How does she/he know?”
One of my friends who has vowed to always have my back goes “ coz he called her and told her. And he didn’t tell you!!!!!”
“Ooohhhhh duku so mean. I am angry. Can I get a snap with Amitabh/Jon??”
A very good friend of mine who hasn’t had the time to visit my place for the last year or so is pissed with me. She would have definitely come to see the big B. ouch!!!! That one hit dead center.
Got to learn a lot about human nature during the couple of days.
The highlight was of course the snap with big B. Got lucky. Very few did.
All things considered it was quite an experience. Not one that I am likely to forget easily.
Would I go through it again? Don’t think so…though you never know. Halle Berry just might come knocking and say "he baghaaaaaaaa”
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