Above is a picture of Rani Mukherjee in Baabul. My sister gave me the movie about 9 months ago and I finally delivered on my promise to watch the darn thing. Mukerjee, who dressed like she lived in Kensington Market in the 1970's and never moved on, played an artist who left her love of art to marry a foolish little man. Yes, that man...Salman Khan.
Apparently, Rani (as I call her), has been around for quite some time. I last must have seen the the little starlet (who would probably refer to me as "uncle") in Paheli. Never really noticed her, probably due to the blindingly good looks of Shahrukh Khan (whose picture is to the left, to the left). Shah has reportedly been seen walking around the streets of Dubai, arm in arm with my nephew Abbas. Shah (as I call him) had been drunk when he booked his flight to Mumbai from Amrica (sic) but was mistakenly sent by his travel agent to Dubai. Which just goes to show you....Any-hoo-ha. I have decided to add, Kajol (who is still searching for a last name), Julia Roberts (who likes orangutans) and now, Rani Mukherjee, to my list of people who would write to me if they only knew I existed.
Obviously, I have nothing of any consequence to blog about and to be honest, am going through a bit of a drought and dearth and stuff. Any suggestions by way of commenting on this blog are welcome. In the meantime, enjoy the eye candy (see my profile pic).
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