Her off-kilter sense of humour, whip-smart wit and irreverence in the face of convention make TWINKLE KHANNA the thinking woman’s girl crush. She’s the poster child for rediscovering yourself in your forties and achieving a successful second act. Filmmaker and scuba-diving instructor HOMI ADAJANIA dives into the mind of Mrs Funnybones
The last time I had been to Twinkle Khanna’s house was to narrate a script to her mum, Dimple Kapadia. I’m not sure how it happened, but before I could even begin I found myself flirting with a full-blown hernia as the mother-daughter duo started re-decorating and promptly delegated to me some heavy manual labour.
They made me move a newly procured sculpture—a multi-coloured bulbous baby’s head the size of a continent—not once but six times. So when Vogue asks me to “have a chat at Twinkle’s place,” I am a touch apprehensive. I’m very fond of Twinkle, but I remember walking out of the last encounter slightly bent over on jelly legs. Hey, I tell stories for a living, so I figure I’ll just Google stuff about her, create a narrative and ask her to play along. Twinkle doesn’t mind the suggestion. Instead, she jabs my Achilles’ heel with an offering of a delicious home-cooked lunch, which makes me question my lackadaisical journalistic tendencies.
Besides, Google hasn’t thrown up much fodder anyway. It says that Khanna had a kidney stone removed in February 2014, she weighs 57 kilos (yup, her weight never fluctuates if the internet is your gospel) and she never graduated. So, despite these brilliant nuggets, I can’t help but wonder why she behaves like she is passing one (a kidney stone) whenever I bring up Dimple’s madness, how she consistently maintains this adolescent weight, and how she writes so effortlessly without an education? With this in mind, I saunter into the “always open house” and the beautiful mind of Mrs Funnybones.
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