Posted by: Sonali Velinker Kamat on December 01, 2014
We’re all for the luxe life — we shouldn’t have to try too hard to prove it; guess what we call our microsite! — but there’s a point at which even we draw the line. Last week, while accompanying a celebrity friend (whom we shan’t name) to Mumbai’s gynaecologist-to-suburban-stars (the amazing Dr. Kiran Coelho), we bumped into Ekta Kapoor. Before you go about jumping to all the wrong conclusions, we’re making it clear that Ekta may well have been waiting for any number of doctors who practice out of Bandra’s Lilavati Hospital — the still-single Ms. Kapoor may not have been consulting a genealogist (and it’s not like single women shouldn’t!).
With that out of the way, we will continue with our tale. Back to where we bumped into Ekta. The big boss of Balaji Telefilms is looking a lot leaner than we remember her — so it seems her jogging jaunts are serving their purpose. But again we digress. On this occasion, Ekta was wearing the same unsightly wedges with toe-overhang that every fashion critic in the country has panned and yet she refuses to give them up. You’ve got to hand it to the girl for being impervious to criticism (she is laughing all the way to the bank, of course). And again we’ve digressed.
So why are we ranting? Well, because Ms. Kapoor was in possession of a beautiful Birkin in to-die-for taupe, but she wasn’t actually ‘carrying’ the bag. For that arduous task, Ekta had a bodyguard (one of two; the other was carrying her phone)! A few seconds of ‘wow’ over the Hermès bag and we were left with only one thought: When you buy the world’s most-loved arm candy bag, shouldn’t you at least offer it your own arm?