ROCKSTAR

I can't wait to see "Rockstar" the new Imtiaz Ali film starring Ranbir Kapoor and the ridiculously gorgeous Nargis Fakhri. But the best part is that A.R Rahman is the musical director so it's full of great songs.
I might pop down to PVR Juhu and have a secret daytime screening (I can eat what I want, laugh out loud and cry uncontrollably wihout all and sundry seeing) next week. Sounds like a plan Stan.
Better call the driver- I don't want to be late for picking up the wee munchkins from school...we are going to "hostess with the mostess'" place for a swim and friday night pizza as you do. Very blessed to have good friends and so are the kids.
Here's one of my fave songs from the movie Rockstar... Enjoy!
Queenie x

LOVE 2 HATE U

Okay so there has been a lot of hoo hah about a new t.v show about to air on Star World India called "Love 2 Hate U". Basically the idea is that Arjun Rampal (yes you do know that name you saw him in Shah Rukh Khans hit "Ra One" that's right) will be hosting a show where members of the public are put face to face with the Bollywood star they HATE the most and an attempt will be made to change their minds. It's quite a crazy concept and I can only imagine there will be a lot of conflict on the show. Why would these celebrities agree to meet with someone they know HATES them? I am intrigued to say the least and look forward to having a squizz this November 20th on Star World. If not for a chuckle at least ;-) I hope they have tight security because HATE is a pretty strong word and who knows what might go down! One can only imagine- and knowing Bollywood and their love for high drama this won't dissapoint. So roll on November 20- which I'm assuming will co-incide with the end of Master Chef Australia season 3 which is hugely popular over here. Let's just see if Star World's newest offering will be a suitable replacement.
Queenie x

Arjun Rampal the ex supermodel of course

It's all just a little sexy

What part of THIS is fair I ask?

Sexy people are a plenty in this great republic we call India. Every day, anywhere you might happen to be there are sexy people. They're comfortable in their skin and natural and alive and happy. You can see it in their eyes. They have the sexy eyes on... You can be driving in the car, sitting on a bus or bumping along in an auto rickshaw but there are sexy people everywhere. Now I'm not going to say exactly where these beings have been seen in my walk of life but they're there. And I find them sexy because they're completely unaware just plodding along with their daily grind. But when you watch an Indian woman walk with her sheer colourful sari flapping about in the wind with her midriff exposed and her nose pierced...it's just plain sexy! And let's not even talk about going out in bars, restaurants or clubs because then you just end up feeling like the chubby pasty girl who can't walk straight ;-)
Anyhow just had to share that little useless piece of information with you all. Indian women are beautiful. Honestly they just ARE. DAMN them! Even their D grade sort of plump television actors have it going on. With their almond shaped eyes and cocoa coloured skin. It's just ridiculous I say. God save slightly overweight pale skinned foreigners like myself. It just isn't fair. How can I even attempt demure when I struggle through the streets sweating and panting with suspicious dark spots around my under arm area. That's the antithesis of sexy. I'm bloody doomed. Right that's it I'm off for a watermelon martini with my girlfriend "M".
Queenie x

Thank you

Well I just quickly have to say a massive thank you to everyone who read the blog yesterday from the U.S of A. I had the most reads ever in all time history and as I said in just over 2 hours there were over 500 of you online so a big huge THANK YOU to every one of you from the States. I am absolutely blown away! Right that's it- I'm celebrating with a champagne breakfast today...yoga will have to be put on hold. Stuff it.
Lots of love from the undeniable Queen of The Suburbs in Bombay.

Congrats

Awwww a big congratulations to India's most famous Bollywood Royalty couple Aishwarya Rai Bachchan and Absishek Bachchan with the birth of their daughter just under a week ago. They haven't announced her name or released any photos but one can only imagine the wee tot will be genetically blessed with a mother regularly called "the most beautiful women on earth". How tough...
I also had a gorgeous cousin of mine tie the knot over the weekend on the other side of the world and really wanted to congratulate the beautiful couple. She's an ex beauty pagent winner and he's model material himself so I spose their little munchkins (no pressure) will also be blessed. I was very sad to not be able to be there myself but I just couldn't juggle everything right at the moment to get the four of us over their way. Very dissapointed. But also very proud. Awww...I'm really bloody showing my age now aren't I? Might just shut up while I'm ahead.
And a huge thank you to the 500 odd readers from the U.S.A that logged onto the page over lunch time. Very impressed. Merci beaucoup darlings! It's all just LOVE, love, love at the moment isn't it?
Queenie xxxx

Saturday night gone

Out and about in Bandra Bandstand

Saurday night was fabulous. I donned a black number with my sky high Jimmy's -of course. Hair was out and lots of black kohl on the eyes to give me that smoky mysterious look. Of course once I open my mouth all mystery is lost...forever- but it's fun to play dress up. HRH looked pretty fine himself with his black on black sharp as a knife look too.
Bandra Bandstand thankfully offered us the teeniest of teeny breezes that evening so that we could comfortably nibble, sip and mingle.  And so we did. The apartment (which makes mine look like a friggin kids size shoe box) was gorgeous. There were candles and flowers everywhere and all the doors were open leading onto the super sized wrap around balcony. The beautiful white columns shone in the moonlight and it all felt very romantic. Sort of Arabian nights meets Mumbai magic...you could have said.
There were over 80 gorgeous people there ranging from expat's to Mumbai locals to extended family members. And I met some fascinating people. A famous gossip magazine editor, an amazing man who was part of the fight for freedom in South Africa (I was actually in tears listening to his stories), Spanish wine importers, various businessmen from just about every field, stunning art gallery owners from the super cool south and of course lots of interesting ladies who do volunteer work for various NGO's.
Our hostess runs a chapter for a globally organised NGO that does amazing things for rural children in desperate need of reading materiel and a space to do it. She is a very generous, intelligent and of course beautiful woman who I am so glad to have met here in Mumbai.
Of course said hostess had one or two cocktails in circulation and the bartenders just kept refreshing my glass willy nilly so before you knew it we had a group on the dance floor including "moi". Suddenly that ever pleasant breeze seemed to just vanish and within an hour all that toe tapping madness caught up with me. I walked into the bathroom to freshen up a little and mop my brow daintily as one does in India. Indian women are annoyingly composed and ALWAYS immaculately turned out so you can imagine my horror when a rabid raccoon peered back at me in the mirror. Argh. I literally let out a scream. Of course the bathroom attendant (yes as you do in India) came to see if all was well with "madam" and I quietly reassured him that it was all good. It was then I realised that there was no toilet paper left in this particular bathroom...oh shit. I had streaks down to my cheeks. Black long smudges. I looked like Alice Cooper. No. Can't leave. I had to throw water over my whole face and scrub with my bare hands to remove the black traces staining my face.

Queenie as the clock strikes midnight

Of course it was dark in the room we were dancing in so that's why no one had noticed. When I walked out of the bathroom my face now had RED smudges all over from the scrubbing and all my make up had washed off. I looked quite possibly worse. Checking my wrist I saw it was 3 am. Perfectly fine hour to leave. I located "HRH" who seemed pinned in a corner by a very large Scottish man. I whispered into his ear without making eye contact that it was time to leave. Luckily he got the hint quick smart and after discreetly thanking our hostess with the mostess and her hubby we left. Well that will teach me right for wearing all that mascara and eyeliner and eye shadow. Forget mysterious from now on love.

Peach Martini satisfaction

It's now a good laugh in hindsight. What a great night once again full of tears, laughter and dancing with wonderful new friends. Thank you. I am loving the wonderful memories and new adventures to be had here. It's not always champagne and caviar but samosas and peach martini's suit me fine.
Queenie x