Often we wonder about life and the ceaseless revolving door of characters, famous and infamous who we encounter, often in the most random of circumstances. Actor Hugh Grant for instance.
There was a period in Kolkata during the late '80s when the (yet to make it big in Hollywood or even become enmeshed with Liz Hurley) British hunk was on a shoot and had fallen in with a rather boisterous crowd from the Tolly Club.
That we would often bump into him at actress Moon Moon Sen's well-appointed apartment was a foregone conclusion. With her aristocratic husband Habi, the scion of an erstwhile ruling family, (he was nephew to the Rajmata of Jaipur), Sen conducted one of the most stylish drawing rooms of that era, where artists, bankers, polo players and writers would congregate.
All this flashed by when we chanced upon this recent photograph of the once kittenish Sen, now a responsible looking MP from Mamata's TMC, flanked by her colleagues Dimple Yadav and the NCP's Supriya Sule. Interestingly, this month Sen's daughter the pretty actress Riya Sen, is getting married to her long-time beau Shivam Tewari, and will undoubtedly make for a resplendent bride.
As for Grant, ah yes Grant, after a couple of gin soaked boisterous evenings, it had all ended badly, over an invitation to an evening featuring tins of newly imported caviar and bottles of Stolichnaya, which we'd declined. But that's another story for another day...
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