So I’m on the phone with a buddy of mine and suddenly it occurs to me that if they were to make a movie on my life, I’d insist Ranbir Kapoor play my role. Why, you might ask? Because just like me, he’s good looking, well read and physically fit. My friend bursts out in a fit of laughter. And elaborately counters every claim of mine. She goes on to list 10 points as to how I am NOT good looking (“burritos with extra cheese, extra sour cream and extra guacamole resulted in the pudgy cheeks that I now oh-so-proudly flaunt“) that , NOT at all well read (“skimming through the Wikipedia pages of books does not constitute reading“). And the fact that I claim to be physically fit was the most ridiculous thing she’d heard in the longest time (“You take the elevator to the 3rd floor conference room. You work on the 4th floor you dork!“).
Now I’m not the kind to take an insult lying down. But here I was getting trash talked by a woman. So I did what I do best- bring out my smart alecky self and make a feeble attempt at redeeming any self respect I might still have after my argument was demolished point for point and my ego destroyed. And after a moment, I say that Kajol should play her in the film. And cheekily added that the only way she and I would get to star in the movie would be if she played the role of my mother or sister, since the rather obvious age gap between Ranbir and Kajol would make for a very awkward couple. Pleased with my acerbic wit, I grin with absolute glee. She responds, “Ok Morty, go ahead, be Ranbir. I’ll be Kajol. I’ll walk away with all the awards year after year. And you can spend the rest of your career compering those very same award shows”. Touché.
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