TOIFA Week: part 2
In my last post I said this entire week would be busy and crazy; and that
was an understatement. I am actually so shocked and disgusted at the
things that happened. It was so unexpected.
So after the Musical
Extravaganza my family and I booked two rooms at Pan Pacific Hotel in
Vancouver where all the stars were staying. I just so happened to be on
the same floor as Ranbir Kapoor. And anyone who knows me, knows I LOVE
RANBIR KAPOOR. I think he is the best actor in all of Bollywood and he
is so talented and he's just so gorgeous. I also thought he was probably very nice and kind' However I was wrong about that.
I understand celebrities need privacy, but they also have to understand that it's
because of the fans that they are where they are right now. If we don't
watch their movies and support them and ask them for pictures then who
are they? What is their identity? Of course there are some crazy fans
but I'm definitely not ranting to condone their crazy. I'm ranting
because I believe that famous people are truly misunderstood about the
position they have in the public eye.
There were literally 10
people standing on my floor for Ranbir Kapoor. They were speaking so
loud and that was their fault. But my cousins and I wanted to see him
too, but we didn't want to get in trouble so we decided to go down to
the lobby. We met Anurag Basu (who by the way is creepy as f**k) and he
told us that Ranbir is out driving around and what not, however another
girl who was with Anurag told us after 3 hours of waiting in the lobby
for him, that he was in his room and he was "really messed up" When we
got back to our rooms, these three disgusting guys were standing outside one was just in his robe and they were friends with Ranbir. We were
walking past their room and my dad told me he saw things he couldn't
unsee. Apparently there were prostitutes up in that room and Ranbir was
hella hammered. I actually started crying because the man who was on a
pedestal in my heart was doing all this bullshit with these unclassy,
trashy people. My heart was aching.
Then I saw Anushka Sharma and I was f**king appalled. She looked so trashy. She was lying down in
front of the elevator, apparently. Her hair was all wet, her dress was
like coming off her shoulder. She looked like a hot mess. Literally when she saw my cousins and I she was like "Oh shit," and she booked it from there. I'm so disgusted.
We went back downstairs and we came
back at about 5 in the morning, I went to my other room to go change and my cousins went to their room. My dad was waiting for his friend in the hall. While I was leaving my room to go to my cousins I heard Ranbir
Kapoor swearing and yelling. I knew it was him before I even saw his
face. His face was just centimetres away from my fathers. He was yelling at my dad and he pushed him three times. I am so thankful my dad didn't say anything. My dad loved Ranbir Kapoor just as I did, but I knew it
took him everything to not say anything back. I literally just stood
there frozen and I couldn't say anything no one saw me and I just
couldn't move. I'm there thinking "Holy f**king shit, Ranbir Kapoor is
swearing at my dad and what the f**k happened? This can't be
happening."
I quickly ran into my cousins room and I'm
practically screamed "HOLY SHIT, RANBIR KAPOOR IS YELLING AT MY DAD!" My aunt and cousin got up and went to go see, when Ranbir realized we were watching he quickly walked away. I was so choked. First the
prostitution, drunkeness thing, then the swearing at my dad. And do you
want to know why he was mad? Because his friend came out to tell my dad
he couldn't wait near the elevator because Ranbir was coming out and my
dad's like why should I leave? That's when Ranbir came to bitch out.
Seriously these celebrities think they own shit, but you guys are in
Canada. Understand that you don't own shit. I feel so crappy. I loved
that man, I admired him so much. But I can't look at him the same way
anymore. I literally felt so sick for the rest of the stay in the hotel. I can't stop crying every time I think of Ranbir. It feels like I broke up with an asshole boyfriend, I can't move on from.
I can't
believe some of the things I saw this weekend. Everything feels so
surreal. I really regret staying at the hotel because I learned some
horrible things about the stars I love and it really disturbs me. I
can't watch a Ranbir Kapoor film the same way anymore. A lot of the
stars were actually so fake. I was really pissed at how they were
treating their fans. I still can't believe this. I mean how does one
deal with the fact that the ones you admire are the ones who you've lost all respect for and they've lowered in your eyes? I still can't deal
with this ache. Everything I felt about the Indian Cinema feels so fake
now. I just can't believe this.
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