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My Friend Sancho
My first novel, My Friend Sancho, is now on the stands across India. It is a contemporary love story set in Mumbai, and was longlisted for the Man Asian Literary Prize 2008. To learn more about the book, click here.
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Recent entries
Ah, modern times. Check out these two amazing news headlines: Community ostracises woman touched by outsider Muslims on social…
Just back from the Galle Lit Fest, rested, and all set to resume blogging. Let me begin with the…
In a few hours, I’m off to the Galle Literary Festival. Blogging will be light till I’m back in…
Reader Ruchir Khare writes in to point me to this passage from the Johann Hari piece on Dubai that…
The WTF statement of the week comes from a Dubai cop: The woman confessed that she had sexual intercourse…
05 August, 2007
Shamita Shetty likes papayas
If anyone denies that the following excerpt is newsworthy, I will sit on him or her. Here goes:
Shamita ki sexiness ka raaz kya hain?
If a bee from Cash’s unit is to be believed, it is papayas or papitas as we call them.
One fine day, Shamita wanted papitas. Not one. Not five. Not ten, but 21 of them!
Since the shooting was in Cape Town and not in Film City, spot boys, assistant directors and production assistants went scurrying around the South African city.
After much heartburn, the crew finally found 21 papayas and gave it to madam. My bee has no idea what Shamita did with them. Meanwhile, mama Shetty, who was also at the shoot, asked for sambar powder one day. The action on the sets was ditto.
“The action on the sets was ditto,” it seems! Somebody please explain why I want to wrap barbed wire around myself.
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