Where o where could he be?
Note to the gossip rags: we don’t know who the girl is - she might be from either the southwestern or midwestern United States (though speaking as a midwesterner, we are all good girls and would never do something like go traveling with a foreign movie star to parts unknown) - but she was with him when Grrlpretty unpacked the box! Shocking!
(This post was written by Miss Bolly and posted by Beth.)
So, I was lucky this week to be able to go back to visit my alma mater, Grinnell College, in Iowa and of course Mini Khan came with me. He had heard me talk so much about my fantastic four years there (so much that he even had to tell me to shut up at one point, but in a very kind way) that he was very eager to see this place that was so great.
I had a very busy week while I was there. I even got to teach a belly dance workshop to some of my former students! Being back and teaching was like coming home. There is a huge crossover between belly dancing and Bollywood. Many belly dancers I know love to watch Bollywood movies and my students were very excited to see Mini Khan had graced our class with his presence. He even got to show off a few of his moves, although unfortunately I didn’t get any pictures. Afterwards some of my friends did want to pose with him.
We had a great time fooling around! More to come later…
(This post was written by Miss Bolly and posted by Beth.)
After staying with Beth and then heading out to see T-Hype in Nashville and then Ashley in Austin, Mini-Khan has finally arrived in Phoenix!
Even though we rushed off to make our dance class, Mini-Khan and I got stuck in one of Arizona’s freak monsoons. It was raining cats and dogs, and the traffic was going slow, so finally I just decided that instead we should just go to the gym, because it’s closer. So instead of dancing, MK and I did some pilates and weight lifting. He was very disappointed to miss my dance class, as was I, but I told him not to worry. I have many dance engagements coming up over the next week, so he’ll have plenty of chances to show off.
Still, I think he was glad to hit the gym after all those margaritas in Austin. And let me tell you, Mini-Khan is fit! I think he was bench pressing, like, five pounds, which has got to be twenty times his body weight. Of course, afterwords he was complaining of having strained something, so maybe he was just trying to show off for me.
Afterwards, we came back to the house and showered (no, not together! We’d only met a few hours before. Get your mind out of the gutter). MK insisted on changing into his mesh shirt, since he hadn’t been able to earlier. I debated the mesh shirt’s fashion merits with him, but he eventually won that argument by showing me the slide show of Alessandro Dell’Acqua’s show from New York’s Fashion Week yesterday.
“You see,” he told me with a quirk of his eyebrow, “Mesh shirts are coming back into style. Not that they ever went out.”
(This post was written by Ashley and posted by Beth.)
Mini Khan is in the shower right now so I have a few minutes to get this post up before we head over to Swad on North Lamar for some great samosas and thali dinners.
As I have mentioned, Mini Khan told me he had a surprise for me and my friend Neera. It turns out that after a few margaritas, Mini SRK fell in love with Austin and fell in love with his new red cowboy hat. Early Friday morning he fired up his mobile phone and contacted his people and ultimately made arrangements for a film crew to be readied on Saturday afternoon. It turns out that Mini SRK has a film that is actually in post production, but he has been having reservations about one of the dance scenes. Therefore, he decided to re-shoot the dance scene right here in Austin! What was even more exciting was that I (well, mini me….) FINALLY got to DANCE with (mini) Shah Rukh Khan!!!
This was a great surprise and I will remember it forever. I am sad that Mini Khan is leaving soon. It has been non-stop fun and surprises since he arrived on my doorstep! He is very excited about his next adventure in Phoenix, Arizona with his host, Miss Bolly.
(This post was written by Ashley and posted by Beth.)
Sorry I haven’t updated you sooner. It has been a whirlwind experience with Mini Khan visiting. Firstly, Mini SRK has apologized profusely for his antics the other night with regard to the margarita consumption. It’s partly my fault because I assumed he knew what a margarita was. It turns out he thought it was just a frozen nimbu pani served in a salt-rimmed glass. Of course, that’s exactly what a margarita is — except for the copious amounts of tequila that give the margarita its famous kick, so to speak.
I had to go to work on Friday but I had my friend Neera show Mini SRK around Austin. Mini SRK spent a lot of time on his mobile phone calling his manager and all of the other people who keep his schedules. Before Neera picked him up for his outing, he told me that he had a big surprise for both me and for Neera on Saturday. I could hardly wait for the surprise.
Friday was a very hot day, so Neera and Mini SRK opted to spend the afternoon at Barton Springs pool. Once again, the paparazzi followed Mini SRK and took a bunch of pictures that landed on the seedy website I mentioned in my previous post and as anticipated, there were all kinds of sordid accusations made by the tabloid reporters. It made me feel bad because Mini SRK didn’t have these problems in Illinois or in Tennessee, so I wondered why he was being stalked by photographers while he was visiting Texas? Well, I finally found out this afternoon, but I am going to keep you all waiting just a little longer as it was such a HUGE surprise! More to come….
(This post was written by Ashley and posted by Beth.)
I am really happy Mini SRK has come to visit me on the third leg of his North American tour. We stayed up late last night talking and he told me that he really enjoyed his stay with Beth in Illinois and his recent visit with t-hype in Tennessee. I did establish that despite the great time he was having, he had been really looking forward to coming to Texas. I was truly flattered, but I honestly think it’s about the food more than anything. I got the impression that t-hype was a gracious hostess, but everyone kept pushing the world famous barbecue on him during his visit to Tennessee. I promised him that Austin has some of the best Indian food in the country, so his homesickness will be abated very soon. We decided that since he’s in Texas, he should go out for some true Tex-Mex tonight at Enchiladas Y Mas. Unfortunately, news of the Mini Khan Experience is spreading all over the city and the second we headed out this evening, the paparazzi was fast on our heels. They snapped a bunch of pictures of us together. I guess I am naive because I didn’t expect the tabloids to make up vicious stories about the two of us. I downloaded the pictures of us out tonight from a very seedy website. They only posted the pictures with Mini Khan’s arm around me and of course, they captured my almost-wardrobe malfunction in one of the pictures. What I wish more than anything is that they didn’t get the embarrassing photo of Mini Khan downing his third margarita. He stole the cowboy hat from a girl at a nearby table. Between you and me, he’s a little bit wild when he has consumed too much tequila. I hope tomorrow is a little bit more low-key. There is so much I want him to see while he’s here.
(This post was written by t-hype and posted by Beth.)
After nursing Mini Khan’s wounds from the unfortunate scuffle at the university, I thought we’d have some fun. I took him to a little coffee shop called Fido. It’s one of the few places in town that stays open past 9 p.m. where you can still hear yourself talk, but I digress…
Despite the fact that I specifically took the rear entrance to preserve his anonymity, M.K. wanted to perch on the highest manageable point for a photo. The result:
The short time we spent at the coffee house was nearly uneventful until a couple of passers-by noticed the small athletic form reclining at my table. Referring to M.K. as “the man of your dreams” they inquired about his presence. After introducing himself, M.K. explained to them that he was on a world tour, one which originated in Germany.
“Really?!” exclaimed passerby #1. “I’m from Germany! My friend is from South Africa.”
As M.K. basked in their interest, I explained to them how absolutely superstar-famous he was back home in India.
“I think I might have seen him on TV,” the German girl concluded. “Can we take a picture with him?” she asked in a flash.
“Of course!” I responded, all to eager to capture this momentous international moment in all its glory. And here they are:
M.K. didn’t seem to mind being palmed in such fashion. In fact, it made him all the more eager to pose for a photo showing off his guns. Boys will be boys! *sigh*
(This post was written by t-hype and posted by Beth.)
On campus.
M.K. and I rolled by Fisk University one day after work. I made sure he had a good view of Jubilee Hall which is on a ton of historic registries and was the very first permanent building on campus, completed in 1875, just 10 years after the Civil War ended.
I was sharing a bit of history with M.K. about Jubilee Hall being built after the Ku Klux Klan had burnt down the military barracks that originally housed the students. “The spire on the building was used as a watch tower to give warning in case the Klan tried to raid the—”
“Everyone here is so dark!” M.K. interrupted.
“Um, Fisk is a black university M.K.”
“Why do black people need their own university? I think what they need is Fair an–”
*enter angry mob*
“THAT’S THE GUY FROM THE COMMERCIAL!”
Suddenly, our campus trip was going downhill. Who knew there was a “Colorism Across Cultures” workshop this week? It seems a few students were aware of our hero’s insensitivity to the darker skinned among us. The result:
No, I did not kick him while he was down! I was stepping in to stop the violence. You know, “Guests are as gods” and all that.
On the way home I told Shahrukh that if he needed money or something, all he had to do was ask. Geez. There’s no good reason why a guy like him should stoop to doing such insulting commercials.
point TWO
Since the expected temperature for today is 104°F (!) Mini Khan and I agreed that the jacket had to go. Furthermore, in observance of true Southern style, he decided to go barefoot which I thought was cute. He tried to veto me on styling his Pretty Woman pants into manpri/pirate pants but why hide such nice calves?
Anyhoo, off to work we went. Nothing too exciting going on in my cubi-cell. Despite my protests, M.K. tried to liven up the workday with a little Village People action.
After being so bored his eyebrows turned to tildes, Mini Khan jumped onto the windowsill to check out the view. With a tug, the blinds flew up only to reveal mostly nothing.
“Yes, the Southern Baptists own two blocks of downtown Nashville.” I pointed out, indicating the building marked with a cross. “I heard they pay well. Um, yeah. That little red and white sign to your right, that’s the Y. But see, further to the right, we’re building new offic—No, not as big as theirs…that’s not my point.
“If you look to the right, way out into the trees, you can see Meharry Medical College and Fisk University . We’ll go there before you leave.”
M.K. seemed to warm to that idea when I assured him that no one on either of those campuses would recognize him.
To be continued…
