Don’t trust your aides
Kangna and Dino were caught kissing and their pictures were spread across the entertainment section of a city newspaper. I don’t think that Kangna and Dino kissing should really be this big a deal as both are single and well within the norms to mingle but what really spurred the conspiracy theorist in me was how the hell did the pictures get there in the first place?
Perhaps the media was there, I thought but it did not seem too likely that they would kiss knowing that the media was there. I waited for two days for the party pictures to show up on page three and when they did not, I was convinced that the kissing pictures were the handiwork of a guest at a party. Someone saw them kissing and thought, Hey! What a great picture for my entertainment editor friend!
I remember one morning when the news about Ameesha and me hit the newspaper. This was a remarkable bit of news, not because of the element of truth in it but how the rat who had ratted out was so easily discoverable in the news itself. I was with an old college friend at dinner and met a wannabe actor there and exchanged the kiss-in-the-air and the plastic hello. This actor then went on to tell me that post-dinner she was going for a party that Ameesha was going to be at. Cut to, in film parlance, the morning of the news item and the news mentioned that I was seen at a suburban restaurant having dinner with a friend and Ameesha was seen with someone else at some other party. There was only one person at both the places and you did not even need superior deducing skills to guess what must have happened. The party hopper had called the friend at the newspaper.
The media is the whipping horse for the who kissed whom situation but let it be known, that no story can ever find its way to the papers unless there is some friend who is taking your picture while you kiss or squealing your story while you feel secure in his or her presence. The golden rule of this place is that the person around you will let you down. I had a nosy producer who used to ask my driver where I went after pack-up, what I did and who I had dinner with. My driver, thank god for small mercies decided to rat to me instead of him.
Here is the eye opener. Do not trust your vanity van attendant, your make-up man, your hairdresser, your stylist, your driver, your liftman or your friend. They are the ones who are on speed dial.
By Vikram Bhatt
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