THE NEW RAKHI SAWANT THAT I MET

I generally avoid watching Rakhi Sawant videos that keep flooding the internet, because, well...they are just crap...with her forever yapping nonsense just for publicity sake ( nothing sane or serious ever )...but...as they say ~ 'love her, hate her, you just cannot ignore her'. 'Cannot escape her' would be the correct term as she'd somehow slither into our social media feeds one way or the other doing crazy antics in front of the paparazzi as that seems to be her sole motive. If watching crap is your ideal way to do time pass, watching her on youtube videos can serve that purpose fully. A recent video podcast of hers on Rahul Mahajan's channel chanced upon my feeds and I ended up watching till the end. There was so much 'bakchodi' that I kept laughing throughout uncontrollably. It was late night almost at 11.30pm; everyone was asleep and I was laughing like crazy. I never heard so much crazy stuff at one go, continuous. So many crass, adult, non-veg stuff too that Rakhi Sawant blabbered via her crappy jokes shamelessly. Ufff...that video...interview or whatever it was - was insane. So, much so...that I actually ended up dreaming about Rakhi Sawant that night. Of course, it felt real...until I woke and realised it was a dream. Phew @madness!

So, I was walking the lanes of Bombay's famous bollywood and the who's who and passed by Rakhi Sawant's palatial house. As I stood near the huge impenetrable gates, I saw the diva herself approaching. She told me she'd take me to her home. I followed her. Instead of guiding me inside that humongous flashy house, she instead stepped on the narrow dirt lane that went behind. After walking for sometime, we reached what could be described as a 'modest' looking much-smaller house made of low cost materials. This was her real home, she declared. The other one though she owned it was just a facade, 'for showoff', for the outside world. But, this was where her heart lied. She took me inside and told me to sit. I saw an old man instructing something to two children of perhaps seven and ten years old. He was her uncle, she said. She then excused herself, telling she needed to change and went inside. The man took over and told me that she'll be back after she freshened up. I asked if these children were his. He said no, that they were Rakhi's. Her own children. I was surprised because Rakhi Sawant didn't have any children as per her own interviews.

I saw a lady enter the room. The man said, Rakhi is back, talk to her now. He proceeded to take the children to another room to keep away their toys and prepare them to study. I looked at this new woman with surprise. She looked nothing like Rakhi Sawant I had accompanied earlier. She had no make up and was very pretty. And most of all, there was not an iota of artificiality in her appearance or in what she spoke. Her voice was sweet, soft and so pleasing almost like music so unlike the regular voice that we often heard on TV. She told me, this was her real life, her happiness was with her children and living a simple, peaceful life behind that curtain of glitz and glamour. The children...I asked, who/where was their father. Her face suddenly turned sad. She said it was the saddest chapter of her life.

The uncle re-entered the room and joined in our conversation. He said, Rakhi should move on now, start truly living. He then proceeded to add that there was this neighbourhood man who was very good at heart and caring, and, would be a very good choice for her. Rakhi interrupted, that he was just a good man who was fond of her kids and brought them gifts everyday without fail, even during bad weathers. But the uncle replied, he loved their mother too, and he kept coming because it was also his excuse to see her. Rakhi blushed at this piece of information. Maybe, she said, maybe if he says something then she'd consider. A smile lit in her uncle's face, 'so dono side se ladoo phut rahe hai', he exclaimed happily. Rakhi nodded shyly. This was such a different Rakhi Sawant coy and simple, and, I was glad to see things working out for her atlast.

And then...I woke up. Sometimes what you see and hear when awake does impact your brain, and, affect your dreams, I realised. Lol :o


the podcast that triggered my dream...




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