Kavita Singh, Salome Roy Kapur and ZeenatâÂÂAman
This week, statuesque interior designer Kavita Singh will be hosting a gathering of some of the city’s most glamorous former models in honour of their mentor Jeannie Naoroji.
“It’s for everyone who participated in the tribute to Jeannie earlier this year” says Singh. “That was such a warm and cherished memory,” she says of the event held at the NCPA, which we had attended. “And so, I thought why not have them all over to continue the feeling?”
Lubna Adams, Jeannie Naoroji and Dolly Thakore (behind her)
And so, to gather once more will be the likes of Zeenat Aman, Salome Roy Kapur, Nandini Sen, Esther Daswani, Lubna Adams and Pheroza Modi amongst others in honour of the legendary Naoroji who is known to have single-handedly and against great odds, incubated the nascent fashion industry way back in the seventies.
A Mohenjo-Daro kinda afternoon
In this silly season of minimum 10 engagements per evening, friends of actor Kabir Bedi were pleasantly surprised last week to receive a text from him, requesting them to stay home on Sunday afternoon. No, the actor was not banning them to social Siberia, but in fact was wittily encouraging them to watch the TV premier of Mohenjo-Daro his recent Bolly outing primarily starring Hrithik Roshan and a bronzing lotion.
A scene from Mohenjo-Daro with Hrithik Roshan and Pooja Hegde
And though we could not comply (our Sunday afternoons are spent writing words such as these, remember?), we did appreciate Bedi’s playful SMS. Did the second-most famous baritone to emerge from Nainital’s Sherwood watch it himself? “ Of course I watched it. It reminded me of how I felt when performing Maham, a role I thoroughly enjoyed.” He replied when we asked a few hours later.
“I watched it with Parveen and a close friends over a great lunch of mutton biryani, onion cachumber, raita, coconut pumpkin, quiche, salads, fish in hot garlic, lemon chicken, kheer, phirni, tiramisu, red velvet and macaroons,” he said, adding, “along with killer Mohenjo daru drinks’ menu, designed by bartenders and Parveen.” He said, “It was a happy Sunday TV brunch.” We’d like to know what was in those ‘killer Mohenjo-Daru drinks’.
The Sula dance
We could not make it to the Sula, ‘The Globe in a Glass’ event over the weekend, where the winemaker and importer had opened its cellars to guests and served up 50 different wines and spirits at a suburban hotel, but we did catch a glimpse of the proceedings through the eyes of the company’s attractive marketing director, Cecilia Oldne, whose stately presence and intelligent banter, during the video-recording of the party, made for some pretty impressive viewing. Articulate, charming and unaffected, Oldne’s presentation of the event had all the polish of a seasoned anchor with the gravitas of someone who was in command of her subject.
A new career option as a TV anchor? Especially as before wrapping up the segment, Oldne promised viewers that there would be another video uploaded soon and in the next one she’d ‘dance the Sula dance!’
Old money, new money
The wedding celebrations of an old Mumbai biz clan would be one of the last places you’d expect to hear good ol’ old-fashioned morality raise its voice, but this is exactly what is said to have happened over the weekend at a gathering of SoBo’s best and brightest.
While the party at a five-star rooftop milled and flowed, a handful of leading industrialists, most of them whose fortunes dated back at least two generations, found themselves making polite chatter with a mandatory glass of beverage in hand, when they were approached by one of their ilk, a man of equal fame and fortune, except in the all important matter of the genealogy of his business.
According to sources, the eldest of the group, a veritable lion in winter, celebrated for his rectitude, is reported to have raised his famous eyebrow at his younger (far more flamboyant) colleague, inquiring rather pointedly about his state of affairs and making no attempt to mask his general disapproval of them. Which is when a grande dame standing nearby noticed the look of utter mortification on the ticked-off gent’s face as he slunk away and overheard someone asking the old lion why he’d been ‘so rude.’
“Do you know what car he’s arrived in???” growled the business leader “it’s a XXX!!” he sputtered, mentioning a vehicle the price of a small apartment at Altamont Road. “And this, when he owes creditors XXXXX!!!” He harrumphed, giving a figure with way too many zeroes in it. As we said, the wedding celebrations of an old Mumbai biz clan would be one of the last places you’d expect to hear good ol’ old-fashioned morality raise its voice.
Of falling, rising, moving
“I have lived in three different buildings on the same stretch of the street, but then also lived in nine homes over the nine years I spent in the US!” says artist Dhruvi Acharya, an erstwhile neighbour of ours at Breach Candy, who now resides in the neighbourhood. Acharya’s solo show ‘After the Fall,’ is being showcased in India after a gap of eight years next week.
“It’s about what happens to the mind, body, and soul when one experiences that which is unfathomable, irreversible and unpredictable,” she says. “It explores the arduous emotional and psychological processes of reconstructing one’s self and again living a purposeful life.” As for growing up in Mumbai, she is equally sanguine. “I like living in Mumbai because almost all my family lives in this city and I grew up here,” she says.