TeleBirdie: MISHAL's CRAZY DRESSING ROOM

TeleBirdie and assistant Little Birdie (LB) run into Mishal having lunch with the cast. Mishal's face bears both an amused smile but then a look of uncertainty, fear?, as he realizes that TB is approaching him. Oh, no.

TB: Mishal, baby how are you? No need to look so scared....I don't bite...do I Little Birdie?

LB: No, maam.

TB: Stop the maam already. Okay?

LB: Okay, maam.

TB: No Maams.

LB: No, I said Okay maam.

TB <exasperated. Puts chair right next to Mishal's, forcing Vinay to move>

Vinay: Leh...Telebirdie, why don't you just sit in his godhi?

TB: Arre, Vinay. I can't do that! He is eating right now. Maybe later...<looks at Mishal and LB> I'm kidding yaar. <looks at Vinay> I've got my EYES SET ON YOU next, sweet. Don't go too far.<TB winks>

<Vinay laughs, gets up and leaves>

TB: And Vinay, I won't need the chair when I speak with you, baby--now that's you're done eating, that is.

Vinay laughs.

TB: So I heard about the mall--you know it was a setup, right?

MR: Yes, they told me. What kind of show is this, yaar, and why me?

TB: It's brilliant, Mishal. Even you have to admit that. So???

MR: So...what?

TB: Don't be so coy. Tell me about your take on it. I saw the video of the whole thing already--I've got my sources, right LB?

LB: Right maam...

TB <shakes her head>: It was just too good. I laughed my head off.

MR <teasing TB>: No big loss...

TB <mimics Mishal>: "No big loss"...if you weren't so charming and I didn't like you as much as I do, for whatever reason, I'd do the journalist equivalent of a bird dropping its bomb on your car.

MR laughs, pulls TeleBirdie close....<arre, you readers! NOT like that! Chi!>

MR tells his story to TB, LB, and members of crew.

MR: I went to the mall...I was getting some new clothes...I haven't had a chance to shop for some time now and wanted some new clothes...

TB: Just admit it, it was love at first sight--you and that corduroy jacket.

MR: No, not the corduroy jackets. Shirts...some pants. <looks around at everyone> I'm not lying! So I walk into my favorite store, xxxxx. I was looking quietly. There were some fans there who recognized me and I smiled, but they left me alone. I picked out some items, and asked to try them on in the dressing room.

TB: And...as you were trying them on...

MR: As I'm trying them on, I hear these whispers..."Ha, it's him...he's trying on shirts, can you see him?" I was horrified, I checked around the room...the door was closed, no CCTV cameras, noone looking under the door. Then, there was silence...and then again, the whispers..."I hear they want him to be shirtless on the show more...why is he buying shirts anyway? Did you hear, he was talking to his phulwari on the show? How could they do that? Shocking... It's sacred land, you've got to cover that." By now, I feel terrible, why are they talking like this?

Everyone laughing

MR:

It's not funny. I was scared to step out, I tell you! And, again, the silence. I quickly change back into my clothes and just want to leave, and just as I'm about to open the door...I hear more people, more whispers. It feels like a whole group of people outside the dressing room. I'm just waiting for them to leave.....then I hear "He's so cute in real life...just darling...what did he take in to try on?" At this point, I tried to call to the lady working there "Excuse me, miss, why are there all these people outside the room? I would like to just leave, please." And she said "No, you can't." And I hear some others say, "That's right. Make him try these shirts on." I'm like what is this? I didn't understand anything, and I see these shirts shoved underneath the door. By this time, I am thinking what is this? I'm getting upset. Then I hear "in that scene, he seemed to be saying. NAAKKKUUU, NAAAAKUUUU, tere bina itna udas hojati hain...he was talking to his phulwari!! !Oh...MY...GOD, besharam these writers are! Making Mishal do that. He's such a great actor, he has every right to be offended...being exploited like that for his body. Shameful! It's like Amitabh being exploited in that way....EWWWW. That's pretty gross."

Honestly at this point, I just wanted to cover my face with my shirt and walk out. They were sweet but it was so humiliating being talked about like that. But I could not pull my shirt up, then they'll talk about my "phulwari" again....<laughter again arises from the group on the sets>

I then hear "Sir..."

<LB ,interrupts apologetically, looking at her clock> "Maam..."

MR: No, not maam, "Sir, you okay in there?" I said "no, I just want to leave, please make room so I can leave". Then I hear "why would you want to leave us? We want you to STAY." By this time, I see some chittis on the floor...pick one up. It says something like "Call me Mishal...I'll help you with your shirt on...and it had a phone #. This was too much.... I walked out of my dressing jail, looked down, and as I'm walking away...I see shoes...men's too. And I look up, and a few of them are holding up VIDEO CAMERAS! And then, all of the people in the store, now about 20 in all are clapping. I look up to find my close friend and a person on this show...they were videotaping this whole thing! They set me up!

TB: Mishal, you're a good sport...you handled it beautifully. You're not the only one, you know. Karan Singh Grover, Harshad...so many of them have already gotten "Punk'd". It's a special segment that entertainment show is doing for channel XYZ. "

TB: "Good job, babe. It's supposed to air in the coming weeks, I hear from my sources. I will let you know. AYY, Vinay! Where are you hiding? No need for another chair...."😆

OMG

Ishy is ROFL

Thank u very much u made my Friday......

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