Music director Nadeem. To anyone who has heard his music it’s obvious that this crown is not worn on the basis of talent. He became hot property when the cops named him prime suspect in the Gulshan Kumar murder case. Still at large, Nadeem says "Mera Bharat Mahaan" but refuses to leave his new homeland — London. Now, he is even throwing foreign exchange around and has hired a battery of lawyers to make sure that Arthur Road jail is not his new home.
The "I’ll-speak-till-I’m-blue-in-the-face" award: Naturally, this one goes to Shravan — the better half of the music duo. While Nadeem cooled his heels in London, Shravan did the rounds of cop stations and proclaimed Nadeem’s innocence from every roof top. Finally when he lost his voice and conviction, Shravan switched off his mobile phone and said he had said it all before.
Most-hyped low-profile release of the year: Showman Subhash Ghai proclaimed that Pardes would be released minus his trademark publicity blitzkrieg. But he made sure that everyone knew of his desire to be modest. He also distanced himself from the debacle of Trimurti. Eventually, his film needed a tax-free certificate before it became a hit. The real credit, anyway, goes to Aditya Chopra. After all, Pardes was merely a watered down version of Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge.
I won’t grow old gracefully award: Goes from the Oil of Ulay company to Madam Re for living up to their advertising slogan. For the last 15 years Rekha has refused to age. So, if today’s PYTs wear hipsters so will she, and if hair trends predict blonde then she bleaches her hair. Along with photographer Ashok Salian, she uses every trick in the make-up book to look as artfully young as possible. Forget the writing on the wall, she plans to stay young forever and will fight it every wrinkle, sag and laugh line of the way.