An unashamed boast
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Sometimes life can be so bloody flattering it's a royal shame not to write about it.
A few days ago, I met a British film producer of some acclaim, and we had a very pleasant chat over coffee.
About four days later, I ran into possibly the greatest actor India has, the one and only Om Puri, OBE. This being a situation in transit, I still couldn't wait to scavenge a quick soundbyte, so I hurriedly introduced myself to the man.
"Raja Sen," Om smiled at me. "Where did you say you were from?"
"Rediff, sir", I gushed, my head still replaying scenes from this man's sublime performance in Jaane Bhi Do Yaaro.
He hmmm'd. "Did you interview Lord David Puttnam?"
I was stumped. Yes, of course I did, but we hadn't even published the interview yet! How on earth... I gaped at him, nodding with stupefied wordlessness.
"He told me," Om explained, now turning a little so as to address a room full of puzzled journalists. "He told me about this < clipped accent > fascinating
conversation he had with a bright young man from rediff < /clipped accent >. We met for lunch yesterday, you see."
I still goggled. "You left quite an impression on the Lord, Raja. Pleasure meeting you."
I died. And, appropriately skeletal, an alarmingly wide grin refused to leave my face. For the rest of the day.
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Well, so I said it was going to be a boast, didn't I?
I'm kicked.
:D
Sometimes life can be so bloody flattering it's a royal shame not to write about it.
A few days ago, I met a British film producer of some acclaim, and we had a very pleasant chat over coffee.
About four days later, I ran into possibly the greatest actor India has, the one and only Om Puri, OBE. This being a situation in transit, I still couldn't wait to scavenge a quick soundbyte, so I hurriedly introduced myself to the man.
"Raja Sen," Om smiled at me. "Where did you say you were from?"
"Rediff, sir", I gushed, my head still replaying scenes from this man's sublime performance in Jaane Bhi Do Yaaro.
He hmmm'd. "Did you interview Lord David Puttnam?"
I was stumped. Yes, of course I did, but we hadn't even published the interview yet! How on earth... I gaped at him, nodding with stupefied wordlessness.
"He told me," Om explained, now turning a little so as to address a room full of puzzled journalists. "He told me about this < clipped accent > fascinating
conversation he had with a bright young man from rediff < /clipped accent >. We met for lunch yesterday, you see."
I still goggled. "You left quite an impression on the Lord, Raja. Pleasure meeting you."
I died. And, appropriately skeletal, an alarmingly wide grin refused to leave my face. For the rest of the day.
--
Well, so I said it was going to be a boast, didn't I?
I'm kicked.
:D