Flight-time stories with B'wood stars - Page 4

On an evening flight out of London, about a quarter of a century back, the gorgeous Dimple Kapadia sauntered into the first-class of the aircraft. She was followed by more than the regular entourage of London's airport ground personnel from our esteemed (in those glorious days) airline!

Dimple Boards the Aircraft

It is extremely difficult to recount how stunning she looked in her large, red furry overcoat, dutifully taken off her slender shoulders by one of our crew. As she settled in her seat (4-J), pulling off her long black woolen gloves, she could very well sense the flattering glances from each and every one around. Dimple's famous flowing tresses enhanced her beauty even more, and each time she moved her face in one direction or the other, the tresses curled into different sensational angles.

I was an out and out Dimple fan ever since her Bobby(1973) days, but after her return to films following her break-up with the colossal 'super-star' Rajesh Khanna, I had actually fallen in love, like a million others, with this breathtakingly marvelous beauty. Just the fragrance that was emanating from the presence of the heroine of films like Manzil Manzil (1984), Zakhmi Sher (1984) andSaagar (1985) was enough to drive me up the hill.

A 'Frootie' Affair!

After take-off from London, a dedicated fan from economy class kept standing just behind Dimple's seat, staring at her, hoping she would turn. No amount of requests would get him to budge and even Dimple had started to ignore him. One air-hostess who was carrying a tray full of mango drinks absent-mindedly offered this devoted fan a Frootie. "No thanks, madam" he replied, "I already had one from the backside!"

Dimple turned around and with a mischievous glint in her eye said to the hostess "Ask him if he used a straw!" This moment broke the ice with the crew who began laughing uncontrollably. We discovered that the friendly Dimple was always game for a tete-a tete with us.

Tongue-tied by her Beauty

Unable to find intelligent words to strike up a conversation, I asked her the obvious question "What were you doing in London in this dreadful winter?" Dimple smiled, flicked her hair and said to me, "I made a stop-over in London to shop on the way from Moscow where I was shooting for Shashi Kapoor's Ajooba (1991). And do you know who I was shooting with?" I tried to reply, but mesmerized as I was, I couldn't hazard an answer, 'Who?' I asked. Dimple replied with an enthusiastic grin "The long and the short of Hindi cinema!–Amitabh Bachchan and Rishi Kapoor ! One double my height and the other half it, ha ha ha."

I too laughed in agreement with her,wondering how someone so beautiful could be blessed with sense of humor so wicked. Still talking about the weather, I unimaginatively asked her, "But Moscow must be freezing, no?" Her answer was "Yes, it was terribly cold, in fact I feel feverish!". Then suddenly, without warning, Dimple grasped my right wrist, dragged the back of my palm onto the nape of her neck and asked me "Do I have fever?" I was in a state of shock. I let my hand linger on a moment or two longer than necessary, moving my eyes and eyebrows upwards in a seemingly thoughtful concentration. I had trouble getting words out of my mouth, but I managed to mumble the following, "Not much fever! But I'll get you a paracetamol tablet and we can check again after half an hour."

A gift from Dimple

Back in the galley I was somewhat a star myself. My envious male colleagues claimed to feel faint from the aroma coming out of the back of my hand, one of them even said to me, 'Manu, don't ever wash it!'

We had to stop our conversation as Dimple suddenly walked up to the galley "Are you married?" she asked me. My colleague dropped a tray of muffins onto the floor. I replied to Dimple in the affirmative, much as I didn't want to, glaring at my colleague to quickly exit.

"Any kids?" she asked. I said "Yes, my nine year old son Apu is a bigger fan of yours than I am". I dint tell her that Apu's favorite film of hers was Bees Saal Baad (1988), her only horror movie. "That's nice. Please bring your son to one of my shoots in Bombay (it was not Mumbai yet), I would like to see him." Saying this Dimple Kapadia picked up a tissue from the galley top and wrote the following words on it 'With lots of love to my dearest Apu, from Dimple.' She added her telephone number and autograph at the bottom!

International Flight to Domestic Fight!

I saved the tissue from a barrage of jealous crew members and brought it safely to the confines of my home. Back in Bombay I couldn't stop bragging about this story to friends and family. The simpleton that I am, I even narrated the story to my wife!

My son was overjoyed, jumping all over the place, holding the piece of tissue paper from Dimple aunty to her "dearest Apu". But unknown to either of us, my better half was seething, as only a woman can. She suddenly got up, pulled the tissue from my son's hand, tore it to bits and discarded it into the nearest trash can.

But I had my revenge: I didn't wash my right hand for weeks to come!

Originally posted by: veenab

Sridevi burst out laughing. The crew couldn't make sense of it. She asked the passenger something in Malayalam and he took out his boarding pass to show it to her, but not without one last utterance of "Tatti-Vane-Dee". Amidst peals of laughter, Sridevi passed the boarding card to me and read out the gentleman's seat number. It read seat number 31-D !!

Jesus

LMAO🤣

"Tatti-Vane-Dee"

Originally posted by: Tannistha

these stories are rilli funny, where do u get them?