His production company is in the throes of finessing an Indian, rights-acquired version of the popular American TV series 24.

Shooting for several Indian and international projects, and producing an Indian version of the thriller TV show 24, Anil Kapoor is as at his busiest self.

Shock around the clock. Foes turn friends, friends turn foes, it’s just another day of the B-city blues. Never, in your living memory, has the acting fraternity barked and beeped more than they are doing right now. Honestly, they loathe one another to the extent that you wonder: is a Civil War going on out there?
Indeed a remix of Dost dost na raha would be the most accurate theme song of glow business at this very moment. Sangams are out, Dushmanis-Sangrams-Takkars are in. Once they loved each other, kinda. Today they love each other not, totally.

It’s a sand band baaja of sorts. Out there in the Rajasthan desertscape, an adolescent kid, tourists and itinerant minstrels kick off an impromptu music concert.

Shiver your timbers: avoid black meowing billis, never ever walk under a stationary ladder, be wary of Friday 13th.

Et two! Faster than Jacqueline Fernandes disrobing in Murder 2, its producers Mahesh and Mukesh Brothers have announced mucho more sex-on-paratha with a third edition. Emraan Hashmi’s lips are in no danger of premature retirement.

Girls just want to have fun? “Excuse me,” Zoya Akhtar counter-questions.

Either they have too much of it, or are trying to regain some. In fact, a story goes that currently an ageing — rather aged — superstar is undergoing the excruciatingly painful process of a hair transplant. Each strand of hair is being embedded into his pate, slowly but surely, by experts of an international cosmetic company. They’ve been sworn to secrecy but then nothing remains a secret in Bollywood, not only about the film personalities’ covert bedroom trysts but also about their hush-hush makeovers.

They’re no fuddy duddy buddies. Pretty cool, and enwrapped in their own worlds, each one of them has a distinct personality. Call them 3 Musketeers or 3 Idiots, they’re just about to take off on a Euro-road trip. And during their journey, it never rains on the plains in Spain. Mercy be!

Now the last edition – or so it is claimed — of the extravaganza, imagined on paper by J.K. Rowling, is upon us.