Happy birthday to the wittiest, sharpest, smartest, funniest kick-ass cutest person in the world! Nopes, contrary to what you may assume here, I am not articulating birthday wishes to myself.
Earlier this month, my quaint, little town was subjected to its very own claim to fame- Salman bhai ishtyle. It was my brother’s birthday and we decided to live it up a little more than usual. So what started as an idea for a “hat-ke” birthday party, turned into a phenomenal milestone-ic bash. Since for now I am seriously deficient in inspiration to entertain you with my tumbling thoughts otherwise don’t thank your lucky stars too soon, I thought I’d share the pictures and let them do a bit of talking almost gripping my hand firmly here to stop me from my blah-blah nevertheless...ah-what the heck, who can stop the unstoppable!
Let me introduce my brother to my dear readers. Ankur Kapoor is thy name. Yes, there is something about that Kapoor surname that ensures sexy sigh, wish could say the same about Arora, although I am a firm believer of the syndrome ‘once a Kapoor, always a Kapoor’. Anyways, he’s just entered his third decade on Mother Earth and yet refusing to grow up I guess, it is in our genes, sue us but wait there’s more to prove that. He’s smart, charming, wit personified and generally the centre of attraction see, I told ya. And only his brain could have churned out ideas like you are about to behold here. Spreading across the pages, is his Dabbang effort- just when you thought you had had enough of Salman Khan this year, here’s more.
The birthday party was at a famous night club-Felix, which was refashioned to look like a jail, based on the Dabbang theme. It gave vent to his not-so-secret aspirations and illusions that he would have been another Salman Khan had there been no Salman Khan...er...whatever! And all the nitty gritties of the event were looked into with a keen eye, to make it a run-away success.
A whopping pull out at the entrance with his picture, announcing the party... full-size banners within asking, coaxing and almost threatening the guests to indulge...even the washrooms were not spared. There was a Chulbul Pandey ke sawari- a remodelled bike, which everyone thoroughly abused and misused by sprawling across it while being clicked. Also most of his friends’ pull-outs were adorning the walls although photo-shopped to style them as famous ‘bhais’. The bartenders were in police uniforms, there was a munni to show some jhatkas and matkas, friends who dressed to suit the occasion and also a photographer who bugged you each time before pressing the flash, by saying ‘bhaiyya ji...eshmyle phuleese’
So without further ado, let me allow you to feast your eyes not on me silly, I know I looked good
|The Dhamakedaar Invitation|
|This was the washroom..the only time when I got to see what happens in the men's room|
|The big pull-outs, more like final warnings, warna...dikhchayan*that's the bullet sound by the way*|
|The Dabbang shot and the guys at it...a sucking good job!|
|That's my bhaiyya ji at the entrance...well, unka welcome ishtyle|
|No one could help being Salman Khan of the day and well, acting like him too|
|Look what was done to an otherwise super handsome face|
|Alrite, I know I was not dressed for the occasion, but someone had to be thoda hat-ke na?|
|Me n G, before the jaam began to flow|
|Please do not miss the "shauchalya" here n yes, us posing before it as though it was Christian Dior instead|
|The famous n soon becoming defamed-Chulbul Pandey ki Sawari|
|We do take the theme seriously now, don't we?|
|The "wanted" ads behind which are not to be taken seriously though, warna bhai log bura maan jaayenge yaar|
|Yes, the cake too..now did I eat the eyes or the lips...no prizes for guessing;-)|