Hollywood hasn’t been kind to most of its Presidents, least of all to George W. Bush, who held office between 2001 and 2009.

Quiz them about cops in the movies, and they crinkle up their noses.

They are still blissed out. Raj Chopra and Simran Singh of Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge just completed their 16th romance anniversary at Mumbai’s Maratha Mandir cinema where it has been showing uninterrupted ever since it opened in October 1995.

Wah wah. Yeh to camel ho gaya. A camel race, no less, in Rajasthan. Hark ye then to Turkey (just go Roorkee guys, much closer). And whoa, over to Goa. Sad to say, but this Globetrotter-nama is a strict naah-naah.
That’s Hema Malini’s Tell Me O Kkhuda (is that supposed to be read as Ok Khuda or is it a joke on an actor who once went kkKiran?). Too many questions, in fact, keep raining on your head. Dread. Like why would Hemaji Maliniji remake her own Dil Aashna Hai (1992), which was actually cogged from Hollywood’s Lace? Grimace.

Virtual reality bites, and it tickles too. Woohoo, computer-generated G.One (Jeevan, get it?) is so goody-good that he would happily chomp a chewing gum made of wood. And his fi-fie-fo-fum adversary is the eponymous Ra.One (Raavan), a Frankenstein’s monster of sorts who’s as aluminium-plated as pans ’n’ pots. Daft and dotty?

Quite naturally show business sparks up, come Diwali. Pujas at production offices, designer gifts couriered to the most-in-demand players of the season and card parties, are the done thing.

Did a crossword with Kajol, had Katrina request for a review and still waiting to travel with Simi Garewal
She could well be the Most Desired Travelling Companion in the world. Simi

Mutter splutter. Now with friends like this boy Pinto who needs enemies? Truly, he gets on your nerves.

Somewhat quaintly acronymed as MAMI, the aunty of all festivals is about to get going in Mumbai. It’s the 13th edition of the city’s largest and longest-surviving international film festival. And it opens on the Wednesday the 13th. “It’ll be a lucky day for us,” choruses the team of the event’s programmers, managers and assorted coordinators.

It happened one afternoon. A peppy publisher, with a penchant for Bollywood tomes, flew me down (up actually) to New Delhi, economy ticket with an upgrade coupon. Aaah but those coupons are always scoffed at by the pretty girl at the check-in counter.