Amitabh Bachchan may be a stickler for time, but he can’t control his fame. The mile-long drive from the Film City gate to the venue of his 70th birthday bash took an hour and 15 minutes as the lineup of Jags, Beamers and monster SUVs was gridlocked, and the cream of India inside them curdled with rage.
One star worried that he’d run out of diesel as his SUV inched along; a corporate AA-lister got out and paced in his black-tie formals – also sweating in the post-shower humidity.
The ‘Q’ was so long that minding the ‘pee’ became an issue. And as every fancy set of wheels unfancily honked and tried to jump the single lane of traffic, one distraught guest commented, “Gurgaon has come to Goregaon”. But there’s no toll here, eh, guys?