Real Life of Kareena Kapoor Khan
Interviewer: So Kareena what has changed after marriage?
Kareena: (laughs) Nothing much really or a lot in other ways, I'm in a more happy and peaceful zone of my life. Everything is just right at its place, love, family, work. I'm just happy you know.
Interviewer : What's your relationship with Saif's Kids?
Kareena : They are like my friends. As I always say, I never wanted to be their mother, they already have a wonderful mother. They are the most well mannered kids I have ever seen!
Interviewer : Wow, your life must be a true fairy tale ! You get married to the prince charming and living happily ever after!
Kareena : (laughs again) Sort of.
Interviewer : Tell me how are you dealing with the new Patoudi Khandan's culture?
Kareena : Well they are really educated people. All of them went to great Universities like Oxford or Cambridge. So obviously they have knowledge of various things, from sports to politics to films. Sometimes I get lost but Saif helps me a lot. Actually everything is new and exciting.
Interviewer : Last question, Why aren't you doing much films recently?
Kareena : It is a conscious decision. Now I'm married, I'm loving to spend more time with my family and kids. But that doesn't mean I'm not doing films. There are surprising movies in the pipe line (smiles).
Kareena or Bebo, the princess of Kapoor Khandan got her happily ever after with her prince charming Saif Ali Khan, the Nabab of Bollywood. Wait a second before you get engrossed in a fairy tale zone. The truth is; she has to deal with two spoiled kids, a demanding mother-in-law , husband's ex wife as well as ex super model girl friend. It is not easy. On the other hand her career is going down. Everyone is saying it, the press, worthless socialites in Bollywood parties. Kareena knows it but she is not a girl to quit so easily.
Kareena returns home. Just as she stepped in the living room "Crash, Droom ,crash..", hell lot of a sound came . "What the hell is happening?" Bebo thought herself. Then she realized that it's Sunday and the kids are home.
"Sara! Ibrahim!" she screamed and ran towards the hall, from where all that noise was coming.
Sara and her brother were at the middle of a primitive fight. They were screaming and throwing breakable things targeting each other.
"Stop for God's sake! What are you thinking you are doing?" Bebo shouted at them.
Droom, Ibrahim threw a coffee table book at her sister and made a bad face at Kareena.
"Saraa at least you should stop all these nonsense!"
"Why should I, just because I'm older? Don't give me that crap please!" replied Sara.
Bebo didn't know what to do, she just wanted them to stop, but it's clear that they don't give a dam about her. Still she tried, "Whatever, you guys are cleaning the mess!"
It has always worked with Lolo and her. Their mother used to warn them saying this!
Both of the kids stopped for a while and looked at her in disbelief.
"There are maids in the house. Why you care?" said Ibrahim, "I hate it when you try to play mother."
"Me too!" agreed Sara, "Life sucks" saying that both of them became a team and went away from the battle field as if they weren't fighting one minute ago.
"Wow, now they hate me more!" Bebo told herself.
She was standing in the middle of a messiest room she has ever seen. Brocken glass, torn book pages everywhere. "Argh these kids! When will they learn to behave?!"
Bebo was just going out to call jamuna bai, their maid to clean the mess, she almost bummed into Sharmila, her mother-in-law.
"Are you going somewhere Kareena?" she asked very gently with great poise. Bebo always look up to Sharmila, such a graceful lady!
"No Ma, I was just going to call Jamuna Bai."
"Oh God, this room looks so unacceptable!" Sharmila frowned "the party is going to be tonight! And I have to go to a fundraiser now, can you manage to decorate it properly."
"Yes, of course!" Bebo just had forgotten all about the party, she just acted as if she was just going to call the decorators.
"Thank you dear." Sharmila smiled and turned away and turned back again, "and please make sure it's demure. Nothing very sparkling for tonight. Ok?"
It's not the first party she is planning in her new home. The other month Bebo had thrown a Bollywood glam party and it was not as fun as she expected it to be, because some maharajas came from different parts of India and Sharmila later told her that the theme was not appropriate. Well, now Bebo knows what is expected in Patoudi parties; a very subtle color theme, white flowers, yellow lights nothing psychedelic. In a word the party should look boring. "Well, I can do boring too." Bebo took a deep breath and decided to prove that she knows how to throw a perfectly boring party!
It was a boring party indeed. All the guests who came wore one colored silk sarees, pearls and Pashmina shawls and the gentlemen were almost in the same colored suits, some of them also wore Khadi kurtas with raw silk waist coats. They talked in same pitch, laughed demurely almost ate nothing but drank pretty well.
Bebo was floating like a smiling kite in the party. She tried to concentrate to the conversations but soon had to hide her yawns.
"Malala is just a tool of the imperialist power." Someone said
Or
"Do you really think Alice Munro deserved it when Murakami was nominated?"
Or
Something about Israel , Modi and Mamata.
Bebo couldn't get all these discussions. She felt lost and stupid. "Oh god I feel like I'm out of the context." Bebo thought. She went in a corner and dialed her Best Friend Amu's number. It rang for a while and finally Amu received the call, "Hello Bebo!"
"Hola! Are you busy?" Bebo could hear babies crying on the other side.
"Don't ask, Azaan and Rayaan is making me crazy. Hey I'll call you later. Stop it Azuu" She shouted at her son and ended the call. Amu is getting busier and more paranoid after having the second baby. Bebo thought that may be life changes after every big step taken in life. Her life changed when she became an actress, may be it changed again when she got married to the love of her life. "Whatever, let's see what Lolo is doing". Bebo said in her mind and called her sister. The phone rang once, twice, thrice. "What the hell is she doing?" She was going to call her mother but a sight of a woman stopped her from doing it. Amrita Singh, Saif's ex wife had entered the party. It's not that Bebo has some problem with her; years after their divorce she and Saif started dating each other. But whenever Bebo meets Amrita she doesn't get a friendly vive. This night was no exception either. Amrita gave Bebo an unfriendly lopsided grin and welcomed herself in a group of aristocrats and joined in their political discussions. Bebo couldn't help but stare at her; how easily she can talk, place her point and look so intellectual, though she is only doing all the Punjabi mothers' roles in movies recently. Did Bebo feel envy? She couldn't figure it out properly, so she ate a little extra and Amrita again looked at her plate and frowned.
It was night, time for bed. The best part about it was that Saif was in it. He couldn't be at the party because of shooting. But he was here now, with her. She smiled at her husband's face but soon a dark shadow of bad memory of the party came on her face.
"Why is my queen sad? Tell me and you will feel good" saif said and brought Bebo closer.
"Nothing really" she said, "It's just today in the party everyone was so intelligent and no one was speaking in normal human language and I couldn't get it, and" Her mouth got sealed with a kiss.
Saif was smiling at her, his eyes shining in love.
"You should enlighten me Saifu" she said. Saif laughed and kissed on her forehead and hummed a song,
"I don't want clever conversation
I never want to work that hard
I just want someone that I can talk to
I want you just the way you are. . . ."
No doubt Bebo falls in love again and again with this same man.