Just groovy

Just groovy
Just groovy

Govinda shows his moves at a garba in Ahmedabad. On his right is his daughter Narmada

Girls about town

QUITE naturally, Mini Mathur —former TV anchor and VJ, and generally a blithe and amiable spirit — wouldn’t be content just playing wife to Kabir Khan, one of the more successful directors in the movie business. She’s decided to wield a camera of her own and continue doing what she does best — face it. Mathur has decided to produce her own show — a parenting meets travel special — where she takes her second child, seven-year-old Sairah, on the trip of their dreams. They travel to 15 cities in six countries in 25 days, and have chronicled the mommy-daughter jaunts. The girls travelled to France, Germany, Spain, Italy, Croatia and Montenegro to discover each other and the world around them. Mathur confides that she always felt that she didn’t spend as much time with her daughter as she did with her older son. “She came into this world toughened by the presence of an older sibling, jostling for space in my life and heart. She only sees the practical, routine, ‘mommy’ side of me, and I desperately wanted to rectify that,” she adds. The show will be presented in a digital format for internet viewing, and Mathur says, she is still months away from releasing it. Meanwhile, the girls are now a gang.

Dubai on his mind

EVEN as he listens candidly to the churns in the BCCI office, London doth seem far away for Lalit Modi, founder of the Indian Premier League. If our sources are to be believed, we hear Lalit and his elegant wife Minal are soon moving base to Dubai. The upside of this is to be closer to the goings-on in India, more so since his son Ruchir has been made president of the Rajasthan Cricket Association in Alwar district only a few weeks ago. The shift also helps as Modi can’t stay for more than a few months of the year in London without paying taxes in the UK. And Dubai, as we all know, is considered an extension by elite India. So, from 2017, Modi will be conducting his affairs from the Emirate. We do wonder where his new home will be. The Palms Jumeirah?

Mamma’s boy

WE almost fell off our seat when we were told that young Ahil Sharma has his own fan page on a photo-sharing website. Ahil, the son of Arpita Khan and Aayush Sharma, is all of six months old. But there are pics of him right from his first days in the hospital to even a preggers pic of mum Arpita in a flaming red gown. Of course dad Aayush shows up often, but no prizes for guessing the most pics are of little Ahil and his #MamuLoveliest Salman Khan. Now, we do know of several actors who claim they aren’t on any social media, but in fact, they run their own fan pages (such silliness, really). But Ahil’s fan club seems to come from his number one fan, his mommy.

On a break

STRANGE are the ways of our Bollywood folk. Just weeks after returning from what can be called a very modern holiday (taking your girlfriend with your parents we mean), Tiger Shroff and Disha Patani have done the unthinkable. The two have called time on their sweet romance. Rumours have it that Disha and Tiger’s mum Ayesha barely get along, and that they only shared cold vibes while on vacation. No big deal, or so we thought. But the cleft seems to be deeper. Ayesha apparently has asked Disha to stay away from Tiger, and the two are not to sign any films together. Hmm, our question is: why call him Tiger then?

Tailpiece

THIS one is expected to hurt his one billion plus fans for sure. This rising superstar has been taking his fame a bit too seriously, and has allowed his arrogance to get the better of him. For the shoot of a chat show recently, the actor’s team wrote to the TV channel saying they could only ask him the actor’s list of questions. They also stated they didn’t want anyone on the sets other than the immediate crew, no assistants, and not even his hair and makeup team. The long list of demands surprised the show’s producers, for the actor has been known for his gregarious banter and maybe even over-friendliness. Too much of a good thing, we say.