Dear Brad & Angelina,
Hoping that this letter will find you in the best of your health and good spirits despite the paparazzi hounding both of you everywhere you go. The national capital and some other cities are currently in the grip of dengue fever and chikungunya but thanks to both of you my city is being treated to a better thing, the ‘Brangelina fever’. You both are the talk of the whole town, the newspapers are going gaga over you and all other things have just taken a backseat. We all have forgotten what punishments or acquittals the accused in the Mumbai bomb blasts are being rewarded. One of the politicians I love to hate, Kanshiram’s slow murder (oops it is shown as natural death, right? How will you know.. anyways) went into oblivion like his deceased body did. Even the media grabber Laloo was thrown in the inner pages of the newspaper despite some good turn of events for the railways. Many people still don’t know the schedule of Champions Trophy. You would say what a big deal in not knowing which match is scheduled when, but just to imagine this in a cricket crazy place is something which surprises me. No one knows the name of even a single cricket player of the ‘new look’ Zimbabwe team but everyone knows the names of your kids and from where did they come. I mean the place from where they came of course.
As I sit here in my cubicle and look out of the window I can see the hotel in which you both are staying. You both must be wondering (esp. Angie I hope) that in spite of being so near why I haven’t yet come to meet you. Well I had decided that no matter how much workload I had, I would definitely find some time to drop in for a cuppa of coffee. But, after seeing the video of Angelina’s bodyguard gripping the neck of a British photographer I dropped my plans after closing my already dropped lower jaw. I think I will try my luck of catching a glimpse of both of you when you decide to take another ride in the auto-rickshaw. With one personal experience and in general observation I used to think foreigners are scared when they sit in the rickshaw and are driven through the traffic in Pune, but the rickshaw driver in your case was more scared seeing the photographers jostling for pictures. So I guess it would be highly impossible to see how Brad and Angelina look in person even though you would be here for around a month.
Anyways, might be we by chance meet up at some traffic signal. Just make sure you don’t hit my bike with your convoy like you hit the teenager this week after jumping a red signal. I hope you are not worried about that incident. I can assure you that people break signals everyday here, so you definitely are not the odd ones’ out. Some Indian superstars have not just hit but crushed many a lives on the roads and till date they are roaming scot-free. In your case the guy was not even injured, so rest assured you can continue with the shooting of the film in the city. It was my love for you (Brad that was for Angelina and not you) that I took out time to pen down this letter when I should be filling in software release sheets which my client is impatiently demanding. Please don’t tell my blogger friends that I wrote you a letter even in this heavy work schedule because I haven’t updated my blog since many days and not visited any blogs too.
P.S.: I seriously don’t mind the 15 extra minutes I have to spend in the traffic every morning while coming to office via your hotel.
P.P.S.: Any role in your movie? I will take less money even if it just a cameo role
Yours truly,
Sudeep :-)
