Short sentences, shorter skirts and Sawant.

Daughter of an ACP. Also daughter of a wannabe. First acted when still in school. Been there ever since. Small roles, small outfits. Talented in dancing, no doubt. People took notice - her clothes. Can't act for noughts. Flirts with controversy. Raises eyebrows among other things. Rakhi Sawant.

"Why?", you cry. "Why not?", I ask. "Why not?", says the media. News-space wasted on her. Another article, no harm.

Where were we? Ahh, Rakhi. Colourful personality. On screen, shows only one. Brown. Father left home. Doesn't like Bollywood. Nor her profession. Understandable. Mom's proud. Daughter learnt to dress at six. Learnt to shed most at eighteen. Not bad. Brother trying to make a mark. 'Hot money', his first movie. He's director. Hereditary problem I guess.

Back to Rakhi. Item girl. Convenient tag. Gets her work, for sure. Gets dumbwits drooling. Mission complete. Cash flows in, so do offers. Most being stage shows. More dumbwits; more of less clothes. Situation gets out of hand. Security called in. She's whisked away. Same story next show. Different outfit. Police watch with contempt. Crowds, with craze. As always, I'm amused.

Mika the creep. Convenient tag. Wrong thing to do. Wrong girl too. Turned out to be a national broadcaster. A self-proclaimed sex bomb. Detonated beautifully. Now a women's rights activist. Because she's concerned. Valid case. Inexcusable mistake. Great gossip material. Greater publicity. Still, a very valid case. But then, stay mum. Don't marry controversy and the press.