(I'm making unworthy blog posts now because I have way too much on my work platter and I don't even know where to start and I'm angry at people and things and I feel zonked and just all round pissy. So, a mental trip away - far from the madding crowd to forget this bog that I'm in.)
Okay - this piece of update is totally funny. I was out with my friends one night last weekend, and sat around watching while my friends played pool with some other guys. We all exchanged hellos and stuff with them - the usual polite & friendly routine that one does with strangers - talked some, laughed some.
I saw some guys walk up to the pool players with a camera, exchanged a few words, took a picture with them then left. "What was that!? Are you famous or something?" I joked. Someone else answered and said yes, he's a cricket player, don't you know him. I said no. no watch cricket. no understand. "'But can I take a picture just in case you're really famous?" I joked further. We laughed about it and took some pictures. Like so -Woke up the next day, and on my way to work, I saw this big poster of some cricket promo thingy on the back of a bus. And guess whose faces peered back at me?! That's right - the pool playing guys. Dayum! Turns out they really are famous. Absolute neatness!
(An update within an update: I couldn't remember their names the next day, but a friend here just told me that one of them is Chris Harris, the other one's name - anyone?)
The cricket loving guys in the office are going ga-ga over my luck. And badgering me for information on where I met them and how. But I'm not telling, I don't want everyone to go meet them and dilute the cuteness and exclusiveness of my experience. I will brag a bit first, and maybe then...
Despite spending a lot of time at airports and airplanes, I never get the luck to be in the same plane as a famous person, or the luck to catch a glimpse of a celeb, while all my friends seem to have had at least one celeb sighting or the other at some airport or the other. I remember Cousin Unreal once ran into Kapil Dev, and even got him to sign her butt when we were in college (Even though she'd never seen him play even once, and it may have been a piece of paper that he signed..memory hazy) :-D
Now fate, be kind to me and let me run into someone like...Gerard Butler! I can think of 300 undiluted things I'd do to him :P