My coffee with Koffee with Karan(1)
Some facts first. 1. I am not a die-hard Karan Johar fan. 2. I like people with threaded and tweaked eyebrows. 3. Phoebe Buffay is the woman of my dreams. So, what do you do on a Sunday evening, when you have had enough of movies,dining out sessions and the very sight of a mobile phone, reminds you of a girlfriend who is constantly haranguing you about the anniversary details of her beloved aunt? My pick-the TV remote.And when all you get to see is a couple of scheming and plotting women, with layers of pancake make-up,in bungalows fit enough to be a football stadium, lets face it- a glossy set, with a metropolitan look and comfortable couch with mugs of steaming coffee, having bimbettes as guests does make you want to thank God for making Karan Johar, the voluble, effervescent and not the least effusive , quintessential metrosexual with coiffured hair. Now, I do judge a book by it's cover but not to offend the age-old perceptions, I did watch an episode and this is what I did-lau...