And junk mags too.
I read The Sun, News of the World, Filmfare, Stardust, all the stuff. Are you wrinkling your nose yet? I’ve had that reaction from a lot of people. I used to do it, once. “You actually buy this stuff?” would question a friend of mine often (whom I’ll call SR), and who was very fond of how the world saw her, as against what she really was. Invariably, she ended up browsing the mag from cover to cover when I put it down. And then we usually got down to brass tacks: the assets, respectively, of Kareena, Karisma (now defunct), Bipasha, Kangana etc, and whether SRK really had a Brokeback mountain buddy in Karan Johar and other such important details.
Such conversations take your mind of other mundane stuff like Umberto Eco, Ashokamitran and others. :)I used to be ashamed of reading the stuff, once, a la Andrea Sachs, but I decided that instead of bitching about it and secretly enjoying it, I may as well read them all out in the open and risk my reputation as a serious reader. Not that that’s going to alter the fate of the future or something.
After all, you need something to make life, er … lively. You know? And reading about Esha Deol’s trials and tribulations makes it all worth it, sort of. Especially when she strenuously insists that her mother or her last name is in no way responsible for her current star status. There’s this strata of society whose ambitions and goals are so completely different from your own, yet desperately try to act as though they’re on the same plane as us. Now that’s entertainment for you.
I’m still staying away from Cosmo, though.
