Dear Diary, Last week whilst Tutu and I were still vacationing in St. Moritz,I received a phone call from a Delhi Page Three reporter asking if I supported Team Anna? Obviously,I have been a huge fan of the sexy tennis player and have always maintained that Kournikova and that dishy Latino singer,Enrique Iglesias were the hottest celebrity couple before the Beckhams and Brangelina burst onto the tabloid scene. So I promptly gave the reporter a quote saying that I have been an ardent admirer and will always be a Team Anna supporter for as long as I live. Imagine my shock when I returned to India yesterday to find my photo on the front page,with a headline stating, Not just Middle Class,even socialites support Anna Hazare. Now,having been on holiday abroad for a month,I had no clue who this old gentleman was and what he was busy agitating about? All I know is that ever since then my phone has been ringing off the hook and various media persons have been inquiring,when will I be going to visit Anna Hazare at the Ramlila grounds? I was horrified to see on the news that thousands of people have been thronging this place,shouting slogans and waving placards. Its amazing that they dont even have any sort of VIP enclosure. Honestly,I dont know how they expect me to go there to express my solidarity with the cause when there are so many middle class molesters on the prowl. Someone even asked if I intended to go on a fast? I replied that since I am not Muslim I wont be fasting but will happily attend any Iftaar party I am invited to since the biryani and kakori kebabs served there are simply to die for. This morning the editor of a fashion magazine called and asked if I would do a special photo feature,wearing designer khadi? I quite like that jaunty Anna topi that seems to be in vogue these days but I believe some models at Fashion Week have already been photographed in it,so naturally I cant be caught dead sporting such an infra-dig accessory. This name Kejriwal also seems to keep popping up in connection with Team Anna. Frankly the only Kejriwal I am familiar with is the open cheese and egg grilled sandwich I order at the Willingdon Club whenever I visit Mumbai. Its really quite calorific but so delicious with a runny yolk in the middle. Must remember to teach Rosie how to make it for the kids. Must also remember never to speak to dial-a-quote journalists on subjects I know nothing about. So tedious to now be expected to campaign against corruption. What if they decide to arrest me like Anna and put me into Tihar? Who will I know there? Oh wait theres Kalmadi,Morani,Balwa,Raja,and Kanimozhi. All old friends of the family. Fahad Samar is a filmmaker,inveterate traveller and intrepid chronicler of society samarofdiscontent@gmail.com
