It so happens that Mr. A took me to a film screening where our very own Disney Prince was going to make an appearance, sit through the movie, make some speeches and of course pose for selfies. (I think Mr. A was trying to make up for spotting Deepika Padukone without me)
A group of six adulteens (adults but behaving like teenagers) and a super composed Bossjee got to the venue, scrambled around in the foyer, with a calm exterior and a volcanic interior. Patiently cleared their throats again and again, in anticipation of screaming “wooohoo” at the star, when and if he makes an appearance. 2 mix popcorn bags, 3 diet cokes and half an hour later – the calm composure was lying outside the cinema hall and they were ready to eat each other when all of a sudden there was a commotion in the crowd far away. Thanks to Almightly for my height – I tiptoed and spotted a buffoon of jet black ‘Clear’ washed hair gliding through the crowd towards the selfie wall. The Prince had arrived!
One preggy amongst us protected her bump with a popcorn box, smoothly nudged some crazy women on the side and snaked in slowly and slowly. We kept looking at Bossjee for encouragement, sending her silent prayers and pleas through our eyes – so that she can pass us through security, get us all up on the Selfie wall and let us click the camera to our hearts content. All of a sudden fate jumps in – Prince starts moving away from us – shattering all hopes – leaving us at the mercy of our empty nacho boxes.
Dejected and hopeless we stand in the queue and resort to watching Prince on the screen – (tum nahin miley to kya hua – tumhari tasweer hee sahee). We settle down, Prince walks in with a couple of scrawny guards, sits two aisles down from us, there is woohoo in the cinema hall and the fluttering hearts take a silent leap. The youngest in our lot, let me call her Firecracker – gets up, walks to the guy barring all securities, shakes his hand, tells him ‘I might be as old as your Baji, but I love you.’ Prince shies away, smiles and promises a selfie later. Movie starts – come intermission – Prince has flown away.
And guess what? Mr. A comes to the rescue – immediately reports that Prince is outside in the foyer – orders all girls to jump at the opportunity. Girls fly out of the cinema hall. Preggy friend gets a selfie taken – tells Prince I want my child to look like you – and then reports back ‘He smells nice also.’ (Apparently uses LUX)
Firecracker and me – are left behind yet again – Bossjee looks at our predicament, holds us by the hand and leads us to the room that Prince had settled in to take a breather. Whilst I walk in with complete composure, Firecracker has half cracked up already.
Open collared white shirt, navy blue waistcoat, a grey pinstriped, two buttoned blazer, a silk hankie and a shock of black hair – Prince looks “Khoobsurat”. Fumbling and crumbling I try and hold the camera straight when Prince says “Shall I do the honors, since I am a tad bit taller than you” (Naikee aur pooch pooch?) My camera also bursts with excitement whilst we get the selfies taken – I tell him his wardrobe is exceptionally neat in the movie and he gently acknowledges it. (Suave)
Firecracker takes her turn with the love of her life – tells him ‘Kaakay I love you’, Kaaka hugs her from the side – gets three photos taken and releases her. (Super suave)
The very Khoobsurat Fawad Khan has given a brilliant performance in the movie, well tailored wardrobe, polished shoes, neatly trimmed beard, gentle eyes , smooth voice, shy smiles and of course the flock of thick hair! He has done Pakistan proud – well done Prince!