Bollywood Confidential by Sonia Singh

Author:Sonia Singh [Singh, Sonia]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

Raveena was attending her first Bollywood bash.

Randy Kapoor was throwing a huge party at his family’s Juhu Beach estate. The crème de la crème of Bombay society would be there: stars, models, fashion designers, industrialists and socialites.

She had gotten her hair blown out earlier at the Rapunzel Salon—the one she passed by every day on her way to the studio. Unfortunately, just as she was led over to the basin for a wash, the power went out, and she sat in the dark while she was shampooed and conditioned with very cold water.

Raveena blessed the fact that she had not chosen a full body wax for the very same day.

Sitting in the dark, towels wrapped around their dripping hair, the patrons waited as various people fiddled with the generator struggling to start it. Finally, just as the generator sprang to life, the power came back on and the same people struggled to turn the generator off before it burned out.

Raveena’s hair was then blown out by three dusky young women—one to hold the dryer, another to hold the brush, and a third to divide the drying hair into sections. Well, there was an excess of labor in the country. Why use one person when you could use three? But the results were worth it, and she left the salon with a sleek mane of black silk.

Hair and makeup done, Raveena stood in front of the wardrobe wondering what to wear.

Uncle Heeru chose that moment to knock on the door and come in.

“Hi,” she said over her shoulder, her arms filled with clothes.

Heeru walked over to the bedside table and picked up the copy of Hurray for Bollywood. “Is this book any good?” he asked.

“Yes. I’m almost finished if you’d like to read it.” She dumped the pile of clothes on her bed.

Uncle Heeru frowned and set the book down. “This book will not help you while you are here. You must read the Bhagavad Gita. In it are all the lessons one needs to know about life. I have read it seven hundred times.”

Raveena’s mother had a beautifully bound copy of the Bhagavad Gita at home. The Gita was sort of like the Hindu Bible, a written volume of Lord Krishna’s words detailing the nature of consciousness, the self, the universe and the ultimate path to self-realization.

One who truly understood and had studied the Gita would live a life of transcendence.

Earlier, Raveena had seen Uncle Heeru nearly run over the neighbors in his battered white Ambassador, then speed off without apologizing.

Hmm.

“I’ll read it when I get home,” Raveena said, picking out a black cocktail dress and shaking it out. It was a sweet little number by Marc Jacobs. She would need to iron it.

For some reason, Uncle Heeru was still hanging around her room, so she showed him the dress. “What do you think? It’ll impress the Bombay bigwigs, right?”

Uncle Heeru looked aghast. “That dress is not appropriate! You will surely become the target of mischief-makers.”

Raveena raised an eyebrow at the garment.

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