Hrithik's rick ride!

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By Hindustan Times
Mumbai, Dec. 3 -- Bonjour and good day, my honey-glazed pecan nuts. How goes this bright sunshiney day? I'm preparing for another weekend getaway, this time to the south of Greece, where an amorous prince has invited me to stay at his palace for the weekend. I'm packing all my 150 couture gowns for the yacht party he's throwing in my honour... who knows whether I'll feel like Valentino or Versace that day!
Just as I watch my butlers fit my bubble-wrapped dresses into my gold plated trunks, Francois my bawarchi waltzes into my boudoir, carrying my glass of champagne. And horror of horrors, Frenchie is growing his gold locks like an '80s rockstar. What's this, I demand, and he says he's taking hairstyling tips from Hrithik Roshan.
Seems like he was passing by Juhu on his way to the beach the other day, and he spotted a familiar face in a rickshaw. To his shock, it was none other than the Krrish star in the passenger's seat, with a mane almost reaching his shoulders, looking rather harrowed.
Well, anyone who has to endure a rickshaw ride on these mean streets would look like he or she is ready to drop dead anyway, I reason. A group of school kids nearby also recognised the star, but the poor dears didn't know whether to ask for an autograph or ask him why on earth he had given up his chauffeur-driven car in favour of public transport. Ah well, guess nobody can really escape this crazy inflation.

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