In Delhi the rich brats have this weird desire to hire Private Bodyguards and mind you, these guys are least likely to need one. It is a kind of ‘status symbol’ for nouveau riche and the the wannabe kinds. The worst part is, these wannabes love to flaunt these safari-suit clad, walkie-talkie carrying security guys and take them along every where and even insist that they be allowed inside a nightclub or a bar. On the contrary I have seen Rahul Gandhi making it a point that non of his SPG personnel walk-in with him at a club or a restaurant even when he has a genuine security threat. This is what is called ‘class’.
The newest wannabe flaunting bodyguards is none other than Arjun Prasad, better known as stylist Pernia Qureshi’s husband and Moin Qureshi’s ‘Ghar Jamai‘. I spotted him (minus Pernia) at Aqueel’s club – Hype with couple of safari-suit clad bodyguards hovering around him wherever he loitered. It was at Hype where Arjun Prasad misbehaved with Robert Vadra blabbering, “I want this guy off my table”, pointing out at Rob. But sadly it was Pernia and Arjun who were not only taken off the table but were ousted from the club.
So dear Arjun, who are you scared of? What prompted the need of Bodyguards? Or is it the case of creating an impression that you are somebody important? Come on dude, these tactics don’t work no more!
If you are a close friend of Prasad Bidappa – fashion choreographer cum fashion photographer cum stylist cum many more things and you are a happy and a gay kinda guy then I am sure you must be the select few to receive his exclusive and closely circulated monthly calendars. Though I am not on Prasad’s mailing list, I chanced upon this exclusive calendar and must say, was rather scandalised.Who are these models? I did a little digging and found out that most of these guys are wannabe male models of Bengaluru, Prasad Bidappa’s hometown who approach him for a break in the modelling industry. Hope these models are aware of the Calendar!
It’s beyond doubt that the Page 3 has lost sheen. Those were the days when we were briefed, “P3Ps are those people who work hard and party hard too and are aspirational role-models for the readers”. This credo doesn’t work anymore thanks to the dawn of the era of Medianet & PR Agency created P3Ps a-la Poonam Sethi – Tarot Reader, Bikaram Sharma…oops…Baidyanath (The dude changed his surname coz a Sharma can be a grocer or a chemist and to add his Company’s name in the photo-caption, he had to pay ‘Corporate Rates’ to Medianet, which was twice the ‘Individual Rates’. Hence he conceptualized a new name where he replaced Sharma with the Company/Brand name- Bikaram Baidyanath. Smart move, huh???) and a vague designer duo – Kapil and Monika. Some of these Medianet P3P s graduated to be featured in Page 3s of non Medianet tabloids too. Tashu too started as Medianet P3P. I still don’t know what Ammu Saidi does or what’s her claim to fame besides the fact that she is loaded with moolah. Ammu is rarely spotted with her better-half, who I am sure must be slogging to earn the moolah for the Rocks the adorn his begum’s dainty fingers. And can anybody tell me what aspirational values do these creatures instill in our readers? Thanks to her money-power, pushy PR agents and some unholy media nexus Ammu beams out of P3s every now and then. Do you recall a charity fashion show hosted be Leena and Ashima for Khushii? Well there was tussle between Ammu Saidi and Tanisha Mohan for being the show-stopper celebrity on the ramp. Guess what? Truce was worked out and both walked with Irrfan Khan after bidding jointly for the show-stopper outfits. I am khush coz Khushii benefited!
The designer duo – Kapil and Monika…gawd…they are an insult to P3P. Their gaudy creations will rape your aesthetics and their poses for the shutterbugs are hilarious. Why should I see him every weekend as I flip through the ‘haloed’ (or whored) Page 3?
Ramola Bachchan, the estranged wife of Big B’s bro. Ajitabh Bachchan has loads of leisure time. She is no longer with the resto-bar Manre coz she burnt holes in the pockets of the real investor, a loaded paaji from Amritsar. The place had a huge operational cost and never really did take off. Contrary to popular perception, Ramola wasn’t the part owner of Manre. She was rather the operating partner with sweat equity. But the blunderous performance costed her that too and apparently the settlement from Ajitabh wasn’t good enough to make the promised investment in the project.So what’s Ramola Bachchan doing? Well she’s doing the best thing she knows – hobnobbing with Delhi’s lunching ladies and that too the ‘C’ Grade ones. She has joined the brigade of enterprising aunties who are ‘Hosts on Hire’. Last we know she did a lunch for a wannabe jeweller where the attendance was more wannabe than the jewellery designer herself!