Was it because of the acute sense of shame I felt when Amir Khan so convincingly demonstrated that he is actually a farmer (a farmer by birth, the same way in which Uday Chopra is an actor by pedigree) and not just a celeb trying to grab land under false pretenses as I had initially thought?
Was it because of the viral effects of “I am playing a gangster because my sister is the producer” Tusshar Kapoor in Shootout at Lokhandwala say “Ganpat zyara daroo la” with the threatening menace of a “Maa bhookh lagee hain”?
Was it because of the voice in my head which kept on saying “Main tera khoon pee jayoonga, haddi pasli ek kar doonga” each time Dharmendra brought his lips close to Nafisa Ali’s with garam Hashmian passion in Metro?
Was it the sight of Himesh Reshammiya taking his cap off and revealing his Rapunzelian locks in one of the innumerable Aap ka Suroor–the real luv storiee teaser trailors that set off the sinister trail of events?
Was it Shekhar Suman’s new steamed reptile, Iglesian look and his wanton display of male cleavage (as Suman-ji says: ” I have always said that if you have it, flaunt itâ€¦ I sincerely believe that my chest- line is looking good. It’s like you want people to notice your good clothes, similarly if I have a chest line which I can flaunt then why not? Women have cleavage and I have a great chest- lineâ€¦“) that short-circuited my immune system?
Or was it my appearance on the exclusively for women Meow FM 104.8 in New Delhi that caused the problem?
Whatever may have been the cause, I have been laid low with fever and stomach convulsions for some time now.
I am however back. In full technicolor.
A sincere word of thanks to all those who commented on RTDM or mailed me enquiring about my health and wishing a speedy recovery.