"Sometimes, I have to tell my parents that I am a star and just have to be," she laughs. The other things that have kept her grounded have been her folks who have had nothing to do with showbiz and her desire to get a degree (she has yet to complete her third year she has been at it for many years now). I had to do that or I would have gone dotty by now," she says. Over the years, Urmila has learnt to grow a wall around her to keep people away. But people will always be in your hair all the time." "I play Kamini, right? I wanted to be over-the-top and in-your-face for the role. "I can't believe someone saw the promos of the film here and called him to say that I look very severe in those shots," says Urmila. Manish had suggested that Urmila go with a softer colour to pair with the gown, but wearing the red lipstick was her decision. Urmila (in her mid-30s) has been a victim and even today, is not completely untouched by it.Ī couple of days back she received a panic phone call from her friend and designer Manish Malhotra, who was in New York at the time, who wished to know if she had actually worn a dark red lipstick with a red gown that the designer had ordained for her in Karz, her forthcoming film. Shobhaa meant well for the actress but the insecurities arising from what others say and hence how you must conduct yourself in showbiz is a tough act. That’s all it is.If Urmila Matondkar had gone with what society watcher and her well-wisher Shobhaa De had to say about making the right choices in mainstream Bollywood, she would have tiresomely continued her bump-and-grind routine following Rangeela. And either we heal now as a team or we will die as individuals. You’re going to see a guy who will sacrifice himself for this team because he knows when it comes down to it, you’re going to do the same for him. Now I think you’re going to see a guy who will go that inch with you. You got to look at the guy next to you, look into his eyes. And I know if I’m going to have any life anymore, it’s because I’m still willing to fight and die for that inch because that’s what living is, the six inches in front of your face. I’ll tell you this, in any fight, it’s the guy who’s willing to die, who’s going to win that inch. We claw with our fingernails for that inch because we know when we add up all those inches, that’s going to make the fucking difference between winning and losing, between living and dying. On this team, we tear ourselves and everyone else around us to pieces for that inch. They’re in every break of the game, every minute, every second The inches we need are everywhere around us. One half second, too slow, too fast, you don’t quite catch it. I mean, one half a step too late or too early and you don’t quite make it. So is football because in either game, life or football, the margin for error is so small. But you only learn that, when you start losing stuff. You know, when you get old in life, things get taken from you. I chased off anyone who’s ever loved me and lately, I can’t even stand the face I see in the mirror. I pissed away all my money, believe it or not. I look around, I see these young faces and I think, I mean, I made every wrong choice a middle-aged man can make. We can climb out of hell, one inch at a time. And we can stay here, get the shit kicked out of us, or we can fight our way back into the light. We’re in hell right now, gentlemen, believe me. Either we heal as a team, or we’re going to crumble, inch by inch, play by play, til we’re finished. Three minutes to the biggest battle of our professional lives, all comes down to today.
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