I walked in the pavement and everyone who passed by stood a second and looked at me. A man crossed me, stopped a few steps away from me and came back with a note that he picked from his pocket. Same thing happened some 4 years back in the same street.
That was when My debut movie “Shit! Impossible” got released. Suddenly I came under the lime light. People staring at me wherever I go did not bother me much. I got used to it by then. A man glared at me and walked a few steps ahead crossing me. Suddenly he turned back and came to me. He pulled out a note from his pocket and asked me for an autograph. I signed proudly for the first time, for a fan, “With luv, Kame”. I was named Kamala when I was born. But since it’s a trend I changed my name to Kame.
Those were really good memories. Flash, I was back to today, reality. This man held a note not for signature but due to sympathy. It was a currency note. I looked down in pain and got the 10 Rupee note from him. How generous. It was so rare for someone to offer me something as big as a 10 Rupee. I said “Magarasana erikanum”. I had been begging for the past 1 year and by now I got used to the usual wishings I should do to a donar.
I ran to the hotel nearby and asked for 2 idlis. I hadn’t actually eaten anything other than the tap water for the past two days. I waited for the idli looking around the hotel’s infrastructure. It had 4 wheels, a wooden roof and a stove to cook, typical ‘Kai enthi bavan’. The man who cooked wore an old baniyan and was sweating like a pig. These were the kind of hotels I never dreampt of getting in. We used to shoot in remote locations. Directors and assistants will be ok with such hotels and theywill fill their stomach. But even if I have nothing else to eat I won’t agree eating there. They will have to arrange for a separate chef from a star hotel, in the middle of a desert where we shoot song sequences, just for me. I had also insisted on the chef wearing his uniform. Things have changed now.
I sat on the floor there with the packed idlis. I waded away the dog that came to share my food. The moment I opened, saw the idlis, I started smiling and pushing the food into my stomach directly. I completely forgot having an organ called the mouth.
The 2 idlis were more than enough for me to survive the next two days, of course with water.I got used to this starving but there were days when I avoided eating though people offered me all the varieties one could possibly eat in a day. I called it DIETing and I ran behind size zero. Kareena was my inspiration and I wanted to be called south Indian kareena. I don’t want to reduce weight, have nothing at all to reduce but I am still on diet. What an irony.
A black car stopped in the signal and it had people coming from a nearby pub. It reminded me of my car and my pub days. I went to the pub as usual with my friends that day. I was one of the top stars and people offered whatever I wanted for free. They got the required publicity for their products in return. I was treated like a queen in any social gathering. I drank as much as possible. That day was the 100th day my movie hit the theatre screens. We danced like monkeys jumping from one partner to another. I had a shooting the next morning so I prefered to leave early. I bid good bye to my friends and rushed to my car. I usually avoid drivers when I go to pubs. I wanted to keep my drinking habits under the cover. I drove the car with my movie’s song played in the player. Suddenly I hit a lorry in the highway and I was thrown out of my car. That’s the last thing I remember from that day. It took me 5 days to come back to reality. I opened my eyes and saw my producer sitting with hands on his head. I was in a hospital. He cried to me and said that he would complete the last few scenes with a dup who looked just like me. I did not understand what he said until I looked into a mirror.
The glasses that broke had torn my face into pieces. I had my leg broken and my back bone fractured. By the time I got discharged from the hospital my so called husband (the current one, I kept changing) took over all my assets. I was huge as I did not follow any diet or visit a gym in days. No one offered me a shelter. The news channels crowded for a few days. I was able to see my picture everywhere I turned. Everyone made money with my pathetic condition. Few days passed and the news was gone. Few months passed and no one even recognized me. I started living a life on the streets.
-Kamala not KAME
This story is completely imaginary. Also I am not trying to say all the actresses drink and drive. I am not responsible for any problems or debates that arise: P also im not responsible if this resembles some actress’s life.
While reading if you had googled for Shit! Impossible” , “Kame” and “Kamala” all I can say is ROFL J