Konkona and I

One day, I will write a book on famous actresses I have known, whose names began with the letter K, and be rich and famous. You got it. Not only did I know Kareena in school, but I also knew Konkona in college. Unlike Kareena, I never laid eyes on Konkona while at college (which is why she’s on the radar but not on Bollywood’s A list), but we belonged to the same fraternity, so to speak.

Indeed had it not been for a quirk of fate (read quirk of my father’s), we would have been sitting cheek to cheek and reading Shakespeare (or whatever else was on the syllabus) back in college, and perhaps you would know me as a co-passenger on Mrs Iyer’s bus (after all our friendship may have blossomed into a deep and abiding one).

In fact the sole reason my histrionic talent lies hidden to the film fare committee (though I did act in two school plays, and even won Best Actress for my character in one), is a) the strange notions of my dad b) the unfortunate habit of all women whose names begin with K, and who are destined to be actresses, of disappearing before I can make friends with them.

So if you are a producer/ director, or the son/daughter/cousin/neighbour/friend of a neighbour…of one, you may want to keep me in mind. I only want Rs 5 cr for my first film, seeing as how it is recession time.