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The Bombay star was in Connaught Place.
[Text and pictures by Mayank Austen Soofi]
Kareena, my kudi, my karisma, my chameli. She was plain Geet in Jab We Met, Pooh in Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham but in my Dilli she was just Bebo.
Aaj first time itne near se dekha. Film shoot was on. Spotted on the front seat of a red car at Connaught Place's F-Block, opposite Qba, she looked just as she looks on screen – sexy. That didn't stop one powdered lady from sneering, "Kareena has put on so much makeup." Immediately one Delhi man shouted back, "Else she would look like you."
Sadly Kareena wasn't alone. There was a driver - Saif Ali Khan.
How much I wanted to be in Saif's place, to be near my Kareena but never trust the star-stuck Dilli crowd. Yet don't be harsh on this poor city. After all, we are not Bombay-wallas; we are not used to seeing Bollywood stars; we only have colourless politicians for entertainment. So it's OK if we were not in our best behavior.
I too did the usual dhakka-mukki – pushed, shoved, cursed, jostled - but naheenji, Kareena was too near, yet too far. And then the lathi-wielding thullas increased the blood pressure by teasing, "Haa, haan, ab utar ke naachenge yeh dono tere liye." And presto, someone shouted that Kareena and Saif would do a dance number.
"Mazaa aa jayenga," an uncle-next-door said.
Our heartbeats started thumping faster. Imagine Kareena thumka-ing in CP! The crowd went quiet. The director said ACTION... our collective heartbeat stopped... Saif started the car, drove straight, did a reverse gear, turned left on the Inner Circle road... and didn't come back!
The shoot was over.