We were deflated, we confess, to stumble upon the news, months back, of Sanjay Dutt’s grave illness. How many more trials, we wondered, has destiny in store for this talented, sensitive, deeply-flawed man. Therefore, we rejoice in the news, shared by the grizzled, brawny, 61-year-old himself on the occasion of his sons’ birthday, that this wiliest of maladies—the Emperor, no less—has had to accept defeat. Thanks were given to doctors and nurses, to well-wishers and fans. Lined up for release are four films: KGF: Chapter 2, Bhuj: The Pride of India, Prithviraj and Torbaaz. Sanjay deserves to hit them for a four in the same, victorious sweep.
Little Taimur’s brief foray on the cricket pitch, featured last week, was but a brief dalliance. A world away in Palm Beach, Florida, a littler Olympia stomped on to a tennis court, but not before gushing playmates. It was her first tennis lesson—that first step towards hitting it out of the ball park. Mom Serena Williams—one of the greatest to have wielded a racquet—may have been at hand that day, but three-year-old Olympia is on her own: her trainer doesn’t know of her awesome parentage. Last year, Serena admitted she wanted Olympia to lead “a normal life”, away from unfair comparison. This year, she gave in to that most ancient of impulses—to see your offspring follow in your footsteps.
They wrote some of the best books, composed some of the best music, made some of the best movies—could it be that folks in the ’50s and ’60s designed the hottest bikinis too? Before you turn up your nose at this serious conjecture, you need to solve this puzzle: how come in the age of the slinkiest, skimpiest two-pieces, every once in a while we run into a vintage thing that outperforms all? Neha Sharma does heighten the effect with this half-submerged pose—look at how the water closes around her, perfectly framing her face—but the real heroine of the piece is that white oldie. Revisit those Marilyn photoshoots, or Deborah Kerr in From Here to Eternity. You’ll appreciate our point.
His loops, floaters, googlies and straight ’uns have conquered the mightiest of willow-wielders. But off the pitch, Yuzvendra Chahal is a character—a jokester/prankster everyone loves, ace banterer with senior colleagues’ wives (the bhabhis are indulgent) on social media and maker of funny videos. Yet, like the chess champion he was before he chose the 22 yards over the 64 squares, Yuzvi has been placing his piece with precision. The sudden revelation then: a romantic squeeze with fiancée Dhanashree Verma on a Dubai beach. The Covid bubble? Nah, Yuzvi pointed at the setting sun. Doctor-choreographer-YouTuber Dhanashree, pretty in a printed dress, seriously long hair and that smile, agreed wholly. There are no traps in this Queen’s Gambit opening.