Saifeena's wedding reception & Kejriwal's mango party

All the usual suspects were spotted at the wedding reception hosted by actress Sharmila Tagore for her son Saif Ali Khan and his bride Kareena Kapoor in New Delhi.

Somebody noted that Jyotiraditya Scindia has a son as tall if not taller than him. And that observation is not a tall story. It is true, I saw the picture, too The boy was there with pop and mom and grandma. Anyway it was a glittering array of people garbed in colours as exotic as the parrots in the Amazon forests.

Except for Amar Singh all the parrots seemed to be enjoying the evening. In a photograph circulated, Ms Tagore is seen pointing a finger at someone though not the middle one.
Rahul Gandhi, fresh after getting relief from the Supreme Court in a case that if the ruling had gone the other way would have cramped his chances of a wedding for himself to remember, came attired in his political outfit with a broad smile plastered on a clean-cut face.

He is not a convincing politician. He cannot, for the love of whoever she is he fancies and might end up tying the knot with, smile and say something/anything political despite all the training he has been getting from Digvijay Singh.

For the politicians at the reception it must have been ready respite from the trauma caused by the barrage of accusations levelled at them by politician-in-waiting Arvind Kejriwal.

Come to think of it, Arvind must have got the idea to put them all in the same basket from the reception because the entire spectrum of politics was at the spot to greet Saif and Kareena, politicians from left, right and centre. May be it was also at the reception that politicians owing allegiance to all ideologies come to a consensus to brand Arvind a basket case.

For the mango people though, the Saif-Kareena wedding was not as exciting as made out by Kareena. The two of them have been seen together so many times for so long that there was no climax to the wedding night. There were no more revelations to unravel. And for mango people, Arvind Kejriwal’s revelations were by far more juicy than a peek down you know who’s cleavage. Having written that, I hope I don’t get bashed up for writing that. Like the wag in office says, and like somebody from South Africa would remember with a wince, it ain’t ‘Saif’ – it isn’t sushi.

There were some Saif-Kareena jokes doing the Internet soon after the wedding. I wouldn’t tell them to my grandchildren when they come and if I am around, then. People, and by people I mean  mango people, they aren’t civil, all of them. That is why Arvind Kejriwal stands alone, and tall. Kejriwal doesn’t tell jokes. He levels charges at people in power. That is his forte though if you ask Renuka Chowdhury, the self-confessed humongous Congress spokesperson who rolls her eyes and mocks rival spokespersons into silence on the television talk show hosted by Arnab Goswami, she will laugh away Arvind’s charges, calling them a bunch of jokes. It’s not funny but I think Arvind should also learn to smile if he wants to be a politician of any mettle.

Meanwhile, a guessing game is on. What will Arvind Kejriwal’s political party be called. The Congress is gone, the Janata is gone, the Bharatiya is common, the Lokdal is strewn across the countryside and the Trinamool is solely the lady’s. It cannot be ‘Kejriwal Party’ because our man though he comes out as autocratic as Sonia Gandhi wouldn’t want to be identified as a one-man show. Among all the names I’ve heard spoken of, and the one I think would fit Arvind’s political party best and to the ‘T’, is – and here he will have to thank Robert Vadra – Mango People’s Party. It has a nice common ring to it – if and when Arvind makes his Parliament debut, he would be referred to as Arvind Kejriwal, MP, MPP!