Lady Luck

Dudes, January is SO my month. Way up there in the big ol’ universe there’s a soccer game in full swing and my planets are scoring some awesome goals. Beckham, eat your heart out.

2009 has started off with a bang for me and I am hoping and praying this is meant to last the whole year, unlike a politician’s promise. Allow me to take a moment to kick modesty in the rear end and tell you what’s been going on since I last blogged.

On the career front it’s been good. Very good. I’ve been told that Big Brother is pleased with me and my leadership skills are going to be put into use soon. Let’s see how that goes. If it happens as it has been foretold, I will divulge more. All my scripts have gotten approval without so much as the blink of an eye, which is disconcertingly uncharacteristic of my clients. They usually like to play diva, but this time around they actually went for everything I presented. EVERYTHING. Including all optional in-case-you-hated-the-last-one scripts. The world’s biggest misers are actually considering investing in more than one campaign. Weird, in a good way.

Not only have they approved my work, but my clients want ME to be in the commercials too! In the last week they fought with each other over who gets to have me, coz doing all of them would compromise on the believability of the character I’d play in each. In the middle of the fights I get calls from two other production houses calling me for screen tests coz THEIR clients want me in some commercials. And I’m not even a bloomin’ model. Considering that I am a good ton fatter and zittier than the last time TV saw me, it’s like the twilight zone, man.

I had a two-day shoot this weekend and as all shoots go, something or someone is always bound to screw things up big time. It’s a time-tested, proven theory in the ad industry that no shoot ever goes unfazed. This one, in the evillest way, did. Nothing happened. Everything went FINE. We even finished at decent hours with surprisingly few takes. Not even the models were bitchy or difficult. I even got a marriage proposal out of it, courtesy of a 95-year old toothless onlooker off the street who claimed to be Gamini Fonseka’s brother. He’d just buried his wife (showed me her photograph to prove it) and was looking to take another.

Ok, so the planets were probably pulling my leg that time, but it happened and I lived to tell the tale. The old guy, on the other hand, probably went home and drank poison to rid him of the heartbroken misery borne out of my rejection of his courtship. Sorry uncle…seeya…. I’m taken, and I ‘d like to kiss someone with more teeth, anyway. A brushed set, preferably.

On the home front, there is abnormal peace. I don’t know how long THAT will last, but the going is good and greatly appreciated while it does. The house is also abundant with luscious fruit, all obtained FOC from the afore-mentioned shoot. We had to set up a fruit stall, you see. There were tons and tons of the freshest produce brought in and no where to take it to afterwards. Hence yours truly filled up her car (which, by the way also starred in the commercial and was given the star treatment of a good wash by not one, but FOUR sets of hands) with the stuff. Free fruit is not easy to find these days, especially water melons, apples, oranges, chinese guavas, king coconut, nectarines, humongous papayas and entire branches of bananas. If bought, the stuff would have cost me a good 5 thousand at least. With my recent bout of luck, I got it for nothing.


To top it all off, last morning I received an email informing me that I’d won a shopping spree worth Rs. 50,000/- at ODEL. Naturally, I thought it was a hoax. But the contact numbers and addresses cited seemed real enough, so I called with much trepidation. Turns out it was hoax-free and 100% fact. I nearly died. But didn’t. Instead, I screamed like a mad banshee into the phone and then danced wildly in circles inside the office. I can outshine an audience member on an episode of ‘Oprah’s Favourite Things’ with my expressions of glee. My grand prize was awarded to me an hour back, with a photo shoot to boot. I tried my best to look half decent and prize-winnerish, much like an aunty who would visit Dubai for the first time. I was so excited that my vibes transcended towards the branded banner above me and it fell on my head just as the cameras clicked.

And now, half faint with excitement at my recent rush of luck, I have boasted to everyone in the blogosphere and probably jinxed it all. Ah well… at least it’s good while it lasts.



A toast to my stars….GOOOOAAAAAAL!