Last night, just as I was about to bite into a piece of bajra bhakri soaked in asli ghee with a lump of organic jaggery crushed on its rough surface, my cell phone rang. Annoyed at the interruption (was wolfing down my dinner in anticipation of watching 'MILK' ), I snapped, " Yes?" which translates, " Unfamiliar number. I don't have to take this call. But now that I have taken it, identify yourself quickly, state your purpose, and keep it short. Really short. " The voice was distinctly American. Groan. Yet another phirang journo looking for a 'Slumdog' quote. Mais non. It was our Freida calling from LA. She'd received several messages on the column I'd written, but it was her mom's phone call that had touched her heart. " You brought a smile to my mother's face, " said Freida, " and I wanted to thank you." I mentioned the hate mail I'd been receiving ever since.... reams and reams of stuff from people who clearly didn't get it. Well ... that's life. I'd said my piece. I stand by it. Her relationship with Rohan Antao was a non-starter. We talked about her Red Carpet appearance, and Freida had a fiery retort reserved for those who thought she should have worn a saree. " Must a Japanese actor wear a kimono to the Oscar's? I am an international actor now...." Yup. We get that. A Woody Allen movie is big news, and an incredible break. Freida ain't coming back in a hurry.Who knows what might follow? Take a bet. Dev Patel will become history, too. Meanwhile , her boyfriend\fiance\husband continues to bleat pathetically . What a loser. I might have felt sorry for the dumped guy, had he not tried to get his two minutes of fame from this incident. By dishing out all those interviews, he is merely confirming something everybody suspected - Freida was his ticket to better days, money, popularity. Too bad, Antao. The golden goose took flight. Deal with it.