The minute I saw the provocative pic of Action Man Akshay Kumar doing his thing on the ramp , I knew the guy was in mucho trouble. There is something known as propriety. As a desigmer's show stopper for branded jeans ( Levi's), Akshay strode up to his wife Twinkle, seated on the front row, and got her to unbutton his fly while the crowd whistled and roared at this paisa vasool moment. Bad taste? Risque? Exhibitionistic?? You bet. There were several, highly suggestive pelvic thrusts thrown in , along with a generous navel display - the sort of moves male strippers indulge in at those sleazy, dodgy down town clubs in New York. Well, the inevitable happened and Akshay has been slapped with a notice. Moral of the story - button up. Zip up. The fly stays closed. And such antics should be reserved for private bedroom entertainment.

Madhu Sapre, who is a complete sweetheart, is still battling that silly court case (Tuff Shoes) years after the company has shut down and the python that covered her naked body, has shed its skin and died! I invited her to dinner last night, and asked about the status of the case. She has to fly all the way from Milan each time the court sets a fresh date. Most times, the case gets adjourned, but she has not been granted an exemption from appearing in person. Can you imagine the costs involved? What a waste of everybody's time. She was to fly out last night itslf, but her lawyer requested her to hang around for a while.... just in case! I love my favourite Marathi Mulgi DEARLY. The case has gone on for over 10 years! Give her a break.

Guess who came to dinner? You already know the answer. Bu you will have to wait for my column on Sunday to find out what I thought of Meera Sanyal. Sorry!!! But I hate repeating myself, which is what I would have done had I blogged separately about it as well. I can tell you, it was a lively evening, with at least ten highly opinionated people in the room, each one with a 'theory'. Never a dull moment. Oh---- one of you wanted to know the dinner menu. It was strictly Thai ( halka and perfect for the soaring mercury levels ). The steamed Betki in a lemon-ginger sauce was to die for, said the guests. The smoked mushrooms with sambol was pretty terrific, too. And so were the clams ( tisrya). I can always count on Amrish Arora, my neighbour and ace caterer, to deliver.

I absolutely must, must , must thank all of you for the concern shown over my bust shoulder. I cannot but cannot stay away from the blog - sore shoulder or otherwise. I have switched chairs and am using a pc. It is helping , for sure. I realised how precious our daily communication has become when I was faced with the possibility of withdrawing temporarily from this space. I find the blog seriously therapeutic. Half the healing has to do with your messages and comments. I kid you not.So, 'dhanyavad' all. And before I get all senti and weepy.... ciao ciao. Till tomorrow...