How did your coffee morning with the celebrity go off? asked my husband even as I was entering the house.
It was O.K., I said in a matter-of-fact tone.
Well, you don’t seem to sound very pleased, what’s the matter? Didn’t the celebrity turn up? he said.
She did but she literally breezed in and breezed out after keeping us waiting for more than an hour, I said.
That’s the problem if you invite celebrities, especially if they belong to the celluloid world, he remarked.
Well, we all wanted to have a glimpse of the stunning beauty, see for ourselves if what the media made out of her looks was true or not, I said.
Since you have seen her, do you think the media is justified in calling her a raving beauty? he said.
No, I don’t think so. She looked quite ordinary to me, nothing to rave about, in fact, she was not even fair, had a dusky complexion, I said.
Could you all have a chat with her over coffee?
No chance at all, as I said, she just made an appearance hardly for a few minutes and was out in a jiffy. I admire her agility and the way she carried herself, I said.
She must have come in one of those latest, flashy, chauffeur-driven cars, stated my husband.
You know she came in a Baleno, and all of us saw her off.
Aye, that means it makes two of you. You too can claim to be a celebrity, owning a similar car, observed my husband.
Haven’t you heard of the anecdote of the three swimming pools? I said.
He said he hadn’t.
It appears a fairy appeared in the dream of a young man and offered to grant three wishes of his.
He wished to possess a mansion, a beautiful wife and three swimming pools. The next morning he was surprised to find that all his wishes were granted by the fairy but he was still not happy.
When the fairy appeared the next day in his dream he expressed his unhappiness.
He must have been a fool, said my husband.
Probably that makes me one too, I said.
You know he told the fairy that he wanted the world to see his possessions but the fairy said she offered to fulfil only three wishes of his.
I don’t understand what you are getting at, said my husband.
Only that nobody saw me getting into our Baleno for which I made you spend a fortune, I said with a sense of guilt.
N Meera Raghavendra Rao