07 May, 2021

Chhote Nawab Saif Ali Khan

Some pages of this secret diary are torn. That is only natural because I am still in a state of rage...

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Chhote Nawab Saif Ali Khan
outlookindia.com
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Some pages of this secret diary are torn. That is only natural because I am still in a state of rage. How can I be accused of rowdy behaviour and manhandling an old man? My girlfriend Bebo and close friend Malaika, in front-page newspaper articles, called me a “thorough gentleman, who would never get into a brawl when women were present”. Of course, some half-a-dozen times in the past, I was involved in brawls...but always in a gentlemanly manner. What upset me at Wasabi restaurant that day was the guy seated next to our table muttering something nasty about agents, presumably secret agents. I heard him say, “Ha, to hell with agents, 007 is nothing but 000.”

To add insult to injury, he ordered a brandy martini with no slice of lemon, shaken or stirred!

Now, we agents, Vinod or Bond, stick together and I was provoked. Mind you, for the past eight months I was under training to be Agent Vinod, learnt many new martial arts not only in India but also Vietnam. My trainer told me I would have made an excellent...

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