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Pyaari Priyanka, we know that you like to be at the forefront of all news and that you have already broken a number of glbad ceilings. Until you've come – slightly divided, not so confident types that end up winning with confidence from huge beauty pageants then land directly into the brilliant perfection of Bollywood. It does not bother you to always play the second violin. You were the real Bareilly ki ladki, was not it, with all his hesitations and inner strength?
And how did you grow up! To reach this great concert in Mujhse Shaadi Karogi then Don then Barfi et al – and you showed that you could act. We have loved you for this, as have all the successful foreigners in the film industry dominated by lineage and connections.
You showed your brain in a way that did not put your life in danger, like Kajol's icicle – I read books, I'm not an idiot like you! No, you never needed to scream. Or even ostensibly bring books on. You had spice and courage and that appeared in your movies – Fashion, Bajirao Mastani, Mary Kom, Aitraaz – the whore, the gold digger, the champion, the rejected lover, the super-model, the queen, you have all disputed them. What an absolute clbad!
You've had the zest and spice of which many in your movies. (Photo: YouTube screengrab Collage: DailyO)
However, the fizz does not seem to have lasted. Your failures have been as numerous, if not more, than the big hits. What was this thing Rashee with which you played 12 versions – each worse than the other? Suddenly, it seemed to me that Bollywood was more rocky than bouquets and that you, the confident girl, I'm going to get by, whatever, started to seem a little lost.
Something bit him – luckily, Hollywood seemed to be the place where everything would fall and materialize to give shape to your new ambitions.
Enter Alex Parrish – even with the accent of North India, Quantico made you famous in "abraaad". as they say in India.
What you then discovered was the power of social media – and what a great networker you ended up being. The tasteful photos were published intelligently, saying clearly, "No, I'm not a bimbo. I am the new Indian woman, confident in herself and in her place in the world.
Back at home, your competing rivals went to town, claiming you were 30 and that there was no juicy girl like Desi roles to play, so Hollywood was the only logical step. There was this lull that had frustrated you. Younger, smarter, more hungry women were proving themselves. Your place seemed to win.
What has suddenly changed?
Was it liquid and limpid pictures of a certain Mr. Bryan who brought you back into the bady and elegant list? You looked lovely but this shallow list of singles took you. (Ok, thanks to Pitbull for singing 'Chalo chalo'!)
This is where the viscous wave started? (Photo: Reuters)
Bravely, you broke away from Bollywood and you found yourself in the same city as some royal duchess. This friendship was great but, in my humble opinion, you could have done better with the wedding. It was at that time that trolling started – these shoes, the button stretched from the jacket, the hat does nothing for you. But you were in the company of the Clooneys, not less.
In Hindustan terms, you arrived
You then met Mr. Nick – and you understood the power of your brand! "What a trap," shouted the world – and you pouted again, murmuring, "Do not I feel sorry for it!
From then on, you never went on Instagram – not with this tulle train that could have dressed an entire village, the Rajasthan-Tourism-straight brochure weddings with an Indian girl the richest as your best friend. Having a relative of GoT was not so bad either. Look, we are all global personalities, agree, agree!
But here is an insolent question: are you really famous? I mean overseas?
Is it ka jalwa fashion? Seriously? (Photo: Reuters)
The first time you were at the Met Gala was your recognition in New York, you met Nick. Nobody has ever done it so far from desi.
Why are you dragging yourself in the wake of other celebrities? It does not bother you, but you're still not one to be like the Kardashians who apparently charge a million for a tweet. No, you are not in this league yet and time is running out. And it may be your concern in this regard that emerges from what happened like this year's Met Gala dress. A strange worry, a palpable worry that struck me, especially when you put this silver bindi on top of a mess of hair and your husband was wearing the dupatta, dressed as Jeetendra. You may think like a queen but, in my opinion, it was not even close to the return of Rami Malek. (Which was almost perfect, by the way).
It becomes worrying – this negative tendency to get caught naïvely in the spotlight as a stag, unable to run, rooted on the spot, seemingly unable to truly reinvent itself. [19659002] Girl, get your mojo or you'll be one of the most watched Indians abroad. Why are you hesitating? Is it because, in reality, unlike all the other peoples who populated Bollywood, Karei Bareilly knows just how transient and transient celebrity is real?
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