The Kat and the mouse

So last weekend, Katrina Kaif scared the hell out of me.

I was at this shop buying hindi DVDs when I saw a section of oldies. I bent down to take a look at the bottom-most shelf and when I got up I sensed someone standing right behind me, breathing down my neck.

I quickly turned around and my heart literally stopped beating for a second.

With utter fear.

There she was, Katrina Kaif, within inches of me, looking impossibly gorgeous as usual, staring straight at me with those green eyes and that half-smile.

Now here's the problem with making six-feet cardboard cutouts. Cardboard cutouts should either be very small or very big. It should be apparent at the very first glance that they are, indeed nothing but cardboard cutouts. Making them about the same size as an average human being just makes them so much more scary because they're the same size as you, they're not even three-dimensional, and they're lookin' at you with steely eyes. Just like Katrina was looking at me. I could almost sense her disapproval when she saw the DVD of Sadhna's 'Mera saya' in my hands instead of her 'Maine Pyar Kyun Kiya?'

It was as if she'd suddenly popped out of nowhere. I almost stumbled and fell.

I quickly recovered, and just like any normal human being, I looked around furtively to check if anyone had seen the mighty Sayesha frightened off by a mere cardboard cutout.

Nope, no one was looking at me. Phew.

But she still was. :-/