Date: 27 Aug 2002 10:32:43 -0000 From: Alisha Mathew A Subject: An Indian Starlet visits America By ALisha An Indian Starlet coming to America By Alisha (The incidents and characters in this story are purely fictitious, any resemblances with real life characters and incidents are purely coincidental) Hi Folks, I am an actress, a celebrity in my homeland. Recently I had gone to US to participate in some cultural programs along with a few actors, singers and comedians accompanied by my mother, sister and ayah. Each actress need an ayah, preferably who does not know your local language much. On earlier days the ayah used to be heroine's mother often nicknamed as the comet. You may know why, 'cause she is the tail of a star, she used to pester producers and film crew on impossible things and restricted her daughter's mingling with others. But often starlets faced difficulties with their mothers and as they grow up in the ladder the comets became an obstacle often reducing their chances or survival. So Ayah comes into picture whose duties are to gossip about other competitors, shave our armpits on a daily basis and keep eyes wide shut when we go shooting outside. In Indian films life of an actress depends not on her acting capabilities but her ability to entice the heroes, producers, directors and financial supporters. To entice them she needs to be a good cocksucker as well as a fucker on top. Most of the big bulls of film industry are drunkards having potbelly and badly in need of viagra pills. It's the duty of a budding or aspirant actress to persuade their manhood to wake up from its deep sleep often by sucking it. If they succeed to wake their dead weapon and make it to a substantial erection then it's again her duty to ride on it until it emits fluid or air bubbles depending again on her sexual experiences. Once she got the taste of stardom then its another gang war for survival. Keeping a position is more difficult than attaining one. A top heroine need to fuck or rather suck the mafia dons, top politicians and top heroes to save her life, evade income tax net and keep the heroine post intact in respective order. So a heroine's job is not that easy as you think. You may be thinking a heroine is earning millions just for dancing around trees showing her navels and shaved armpits. But it's the money hard earned, which my fans never understand. Fortunately we don't have to show anything more other than belly, navel and shaved pits in celluloid. The reason is Indian censors doesn't permit frontal nudity or hairy armpits. Its against our so called culture. The cultural commisars of this country are old men waiting for their death knell. So the people have to satisfy seeing our navels and imagine its our pussy and masturbate seeing a wide range of navels and abdomens in big screen. The box office rings when hero and heroine dances with unimaginable pelvic thrusts along with a group of women whose faces camera never focus but on their bellies. Another blessing for us is that Indian men are fond of fat women; they don't like girls possessing the skinny vital statistics like fashion TV models. For a successful heroine in India all she need is a big fat ass and deep navel, the bigger the better. The deeper the spicy . Now a days the makeup men paint feathers and tattoos on and around our navels so that in long shots people can think they are seeing a real pussy but situated in the middle of an abdomen. So we are free to eat chicken and spicy foods without bothering about the vital statistics like our counterparts in Hollywood. Booze is supplied in parties. So climbing the steps is never easy. Forget those Jackie Collins heroines, but only a few reach the top. Once a heroine reaches the top she has to fight against several odds to keep the post to her. Stardom is more difficult to keep than achieve it. I had my aunt who is younger sister of my mother to help me , she is a smalltime actress who joined films late in her life. It was she who introduced me to the film world. Since she was experienced in the film field she gave me clues about whom to appease and whom to reject and whom to ignore. She is an excellent dancer and painter too. She is my guru of classic dances. I have won many accolades in classical dances. My family is very conservative, and they were opposing woman joining films etc. But it was my aunt who helped me to join movies. First I was a model and then entered to films, my aunt has a way to move things to her ideas and finally win others willingness later. When I started my dancing lessons she was behaving very rudely to me. I did not like her at that time. She was complaining that I lacked the structure and my hips are not bending properly and I had no appeasing look. Then one day she brought some peacock oil from a tribal and started applying on my hips and buttocks. She made me nude and applied that sticky oil all over me. I was ten at that time. She applied that nasty smelling oil extracted from peacocks which is supposed to make our body flexible. The circus people use the same to make girls acrobats. My aunt took me to her palatial house. There was a separate room with a room to worship the idols and there was a makeup studio attached to it. Only my aunt and her dance students were permitted to enter the place. Only an old tabala ( a drum like instrument used for dances) player was sole person who entered the room, he was too old but his fingers when applied on tabala created magic. It was very difficult to match his rhythm when we dance. Other than him even her husband was not permitted to enter the area. Women were also not permitted to enter the premises when they menstruate till periods are over. She made me nude and started applying the peacock oil. She paid special attention on my hips and buttocks. She applied heavy amount of oil on my buttocks and squeezed each cheeks alternately until my butt meat became butter like soft. I felt so ticklish when her soft hands caressed my buttocks and hips. 'Stand still, spread your legs, wider, now stand back, try to lean backwards, let your pussy come upwards' she went on giving such commands. I had no way but to agree. She then put the oil on my flat chest and tried to pinch my nipples out. It was really painful. I asked her why she is pinching my nipples like that. She told me that the assets of a good dancer are beautiful eyes, fat breasts and a fine ass. "If you don't pinch your nipples your nipples will harden and breasts won't grow. Once you crush the budding nipples your breasts will start growing fast", she told me. I was longing for my breasts to get developed, I think each girl will feel the same way. So I was happy with my aunty caring for my breast development and when she pulled my gooseberry type tits and crushed them I was happy. Soon her administrations started creating waves on me. She too might have guessed that I was enjoying her touches. She began to dance me as heroine and she as my hero. It was a famous art form in name of our deity who had 16008 wives for him. I often wondered how could he fuck all those wives or concubines. Then one of my friends told me that perhaps the ladies all lay in order with their pussies eager to accommodate his penis and he might have rolled over them. It was nice to dance with she posing as my lover while her fingers would be busy fondling my nipples ,pussy and my well oiled buttocks. After some time she told me to change roles and to learn how did she performs. I moved behind her and took her hands and moved in wave fashion. 'Aunty your dress is spoiling with my peacock oil, don't blame me for that', I told her. 'Oh dear I had forgot that, I will remove them', she said. She with one pull rolled her 6 ft sary and threw it to a corner followed by her blouse and black brassieres. She had no underwear and the skirt she took over her head. I was stunned to see how unabashedly she was changing her clothes and was overwhelmed with her eagerness to teach me new things. I was long only up to her shoulders at that time. So my hands moved on her breasts rather than her shoulders. She had an excellent pair of boobs. She was dark but her boobs had never seen daylight and so they were pale white. They had bit sagged but well rounded. They were trying to escape from my hold, they were growing in my hands, I could feel she was getting warmer. When we moved my pussy mound rubbed her fine buttocks and spread oil on them. The friction increased her body heat, I too was boiling I was getting an itch in my cunt. I rubbed my well oiled cunt on her soft buttocks. I felt her buttocks they were so soft, they were softer than my butt. I felt like I was touching a cake with a lot of icing. Then she turned towards me and hugged me I looked at her cunt. God!, there was not a trace of hair on her pussy mound, it looked like there never existed any hairs. She looked like a black statue of Venus. Later she told me she waxed her pubis and armpits. She said a dancer should never keep hairs on her body, "we should be devoid of hair, its not feminine", it was her opinion. "If we grow hair on our armpits it will show when we dance and our blouses get wet there, shaving your pits will reduce the sweat", she said. Another advice to me was that "Never throw your things around in a makeup room, especially your undies, people used to steal them. Old men sniff at soiled panties and jerk off behind the stages when we perform", she said. I did not believe her but I realized she was telling truth when I grew up and performed dances at temples. I was performing for a dance recital at a nearby temple. The stage was temporary constructed with folded coconut leaves and makeup room was a small cubicle with no top. After performing a folk dance I had to change dress for next classical item. I was in a hurry but I saw a lot of people sitting on branches of trees nearby and it was impossible to change dress while they could voyeur on me. My aunty cleverly put a long sary on my head and asked her assistant to catch the other end. So I was protected from overhead view. But when I had changed my panties and was busy dressing the next costume I saw two hands appearing under the coconut leaves walls and grabbing my panties. It quickly grabbed and disappeared so that we could not do anything about it. I hurriedly dressed and jumped to the stage to perform next item. When I came back to makeup room my panties were there but fully stained with some sticky substance. I tried to identify what was that but my aunty came and tossed it away saying some bastard masturbated on it. So we danced in rhythm and when she faced me I kissed her cleavages coated with the sweat beads. She had a fine flat belly even though she had delivered twice. There was a fragrance of sandal mixed with turmeric emanating from her body. I kissed her again she lifted a nipple and inserted into my mouth, we made love after that. She groaned and muttered illegible words when I moved kissing from her belly to fine hairless smooth pussy. She had a perfect triangle of Venus with a small channel and her clit was placed at the lower end of it like a cherry on a chocolate cake. When I kissed down there the cherry felt like throbbing, I nibbled it with the end of my tongue she rolled her eyes and begged me to act with more force. Soon I reamed her pussy wild with my tongue and finally I rolled her sideways and spread her ass cheek. The small opening was shrinking and expanding. It was so small that even my small finger could not invade it. From that day we became lovers. We spent endless hours simply cuddling each other or lying on other's top. We came with mind shattering orgasms whenever we made love to each other. It was she who introduced me to modeling. I had modeled for some jewelries and they were not sexy ads. One day she took me to a producer to make a camera test. The audition was over and I got the lead role in a small movie. Then I fell in love with my hero. He had a good moustache and his voice was very aggressive. It was his looks which captured me, when he looked at me I felt my legs trembling and my body too revealed. It was during a shooting at a small island resort middle of a lake he knocked at my doors. I opened and saw him drunk pleading me that he wanted to discuss about the changed he want to make in story line and whether I feel hurt by it. My aunty was with me she just went out and I understood that I had to entice my hero. The hero was chasing me and I loved him too. So I asked him to come inside and he entered my room. The wind was cold and I was shivering. Without asking anything he began to disrobe me, I could see waves spreading in the lake through glass windows. He stood behind me and began kissing from my neck to my toe again he moved me to face him and repeated the same. Then he put me stand in profile and repeated the same from shoulder to my ankles. I was dripping wet in my pussy by then. He carried me and deposited in the cot and moved on me. He had much body hair, he looked like an ape to me. His chest hairs brushed my breasts and my nipples stood erect. Without asking anything he spread my legs and inserted his thick penis into my wet pussy. I did not feel any pain even though I was virgin. He started moving inside me slowly but after three minutes he was gasping and he spent inside me. I was just heating up and he kissed me and said he want to go out. He was spent and was disappointed. "Your beauty made me come fast, please be my lover, I cant live without you", he pleaded. We were a matching pair and our films were making hits. He zipped his jeans and went out leaving me naked and shivering in my bed. After two minutes my aunt entered the room. She came smashing at me and took me to the bathroom she used some hot water and gel to clean my vagina. "When is your period this month", she asked me. I said I was expecting it any day. I had regular periods and my aunty was relieved hearing that. She asked me to go on pills when I mate with any heroes. "He is a good fellow, and rich too, but I think he come so fast", she commented. She took me in her arms and again put me on the bed. I was yearning for an orgasm. I decided to masturbate when my aunt was asleep. But she wanted to see me naked again. She put on the lights and asked me to stand right. My aunty was excited to see me naked. She told me that I looked beautiful when I wear only a black string around my waistline . I kissed her back hungrily, forcing her tongue into my mouth and tasting her sweet saliva. On breaking the kiss, My aunty grinned back in satisfaction of having me to have fun with. She was jealous about my hero lover fucking me in her presence. Now Seeing my obvious enthusiasm, my aunty decided to tease me a little bit until I beg her fuck to the limit. That would be more pleasurable, to be fucked by my aunty who knows every folds and contours of my body by heart. My aunty was a sexy woman when she moans with desire. She led me to the bed and slowly began removing her saree,blouse, petticoat and bra, enjoying touching my pulsating breats and their long teats as I let out gasps of pleasure. Soon both of us were naked, standing with their bodies entwined, kissing and touching each other. My aunty's kisses and touches were far better than my hero did to me I clenched my aunty tightly as she wailed loudly and tried to make me cum. My aunty had difficulty supporting my weight and somehow managed to lay me down on the bed. My aunty then proceeded to touch my breasts after putting some saliva on it. She spit on me for some times to coat me with saliva. Even her spit had a delicate flavour. She too moaned at feeling my heavy and firm breasts. She immediately started sucking them one by one and marvelling at the thick stubby nipples. I was moaning with desire and wanted to taste my aunty's cunt juices. However my aunty was too busy sucking, biting and fondling my breasts to prove that she was a better lover than my hero. I then turned her down and roughly parted my aunty's legs and dove mouth-in into my aunty's hairless pussy. My aunty gasped at being helpless and I taking control of the situation. I cupped her entire cunt-lips or at least what she could in her mouth, tasting her. My aunty started moaning as my tongue flicked her clit-bud and her finger pushed inside her wet pussy. My aunty had always been the dominant partner in her lesbian relationships, but the present time I was being dominant and forceful on her and reducing her to a blubbering piece of jelly by eating her cunt. My aunty found she had no control of the situation as she moaned loudly at being eaten by me . " my dear honey, uunh uunh uuuuunnnhhh, eaaaaaaat me dear", She was writhing in the bed while a series of orgasms swept her entire body. I then lifted the moaning aunty on her lap and started kissing her breasts, biting, sucking and nibbling them .While sucking on her breasts, I drove her finger into My aunty's wet pussy. She then added one more finger and started finger- fucking this young girl. I had thrust her fingers in, but the feeling of sitting on my lap with her legs parted and being dominated gave her immense sexual pleasure. I then withdrew her fingers and quickly inserted them in My aunty's mouth, making her suck off all the pussy juices oozed out of her body. My aunty turned me again under her and she spread my legs wide apart. She could see that my cunt was puffed, engorged and gaping. My aunty hungrily brought her mouth to the prominent clitoris and sucked it. My aunty then nibbled at it gently at first and then hard. "AAAAAIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH AUNTIEEEEEEEE", I cried feeling the pleasure and pain. My aunty then began gently inserting her tongue into my throbbing cunt. "OOHH OOHHHHH OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH YYEESSSSS", I cried now lifting my buttocks to meet the thrusts of my aunty's tongue. Seeing her excited state, My aunty hardened her tongue, "OOOOUU ENTAYYO NJAN CHAVUM ( I will die now) ", cried I reaching a shattering orgasm. Seeing I in the throes of orgasm, My aunty squeezed my buttocks and pushed her two fingers in my small arsehole to increase me pleasure. "OOOHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHAAIIIIIIIIIIIIII NJANIPPOL CHAVUM ( I WILL DIE NOW)", cried I pleasurably. "UUNNGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH AAIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE", I cried out as I came violently. I was gasping like being saved from a drowning. I thought mu aunty would leave me to take rest. There was a lot of shooting planned for next day. But she had other things in mind, I heard her moving around and searching bags in the dark. After a few minutes she switched on the light. What did I saw!, she was standing wearing only a dark knickers but there was a black penis attached to her knickers. "This never tires not like your snob hero", she came to me and put the end of it into my vagina. I was already fully lubricated, she found so easy. "You have already become very loose dear, never mind your snob, I will fuck you good. Men are all same, dear, they cannot satisfy us. I will make you come until you drain out dear", she promised me. I was not ready to take her dildoe right into my pussy, I hid my pussy by covering my palm on it. My aunty seeing me afriad about the possible penetration with her monster dildoe decided to give me a break. I was still moaning with the pleasure she had given. My aunty grew excited seeing my stage. She undid her knickers and and quickly removed her vibratibing dildo and threw it to the bed. She turned it on and started teasing my clit as she knew I was still not ready to take it into my pussy since I was still moaning softly having just had an orgasm. Sensing the vibrations on my clit, I began whimpering louder with pleasure. My aunty used the vibrating plastic penis next to my navel and reached my nipples and she moved it again to the other nipple making them erect and the she shoved the dildo into my mouth. She was behaving as if she was teaching me how to passify a pulsating dick using my mouth. She knew it's the best thing to be praticised by each starlet whether its Hollywood or Bollywood. After some time she took it again to my gaping cunt and began to push its vibrating and humming head inside. The dildo was big and I felt my cunt muscles being stretched. I had never experienced a dildo or a penis to this size before and found the sensation pleasurable. My aunty now started fucking My cunt rapidly with it, my aunt saw I was getting excited again. "OOUUUIIIIIIII AUNTIEE YOU ARE MAKING ME WET AGAIN ", I moaned as she raised my buttocks to meet the vibrating thrusts of dildo near my asshole. My aunty then paused, wanting to prolong my pleasure and saw me raising my buttocks rapidly and offering more of my asshole to the dildo's penetration, I was begging silently the dildo to move fast and enter my tight asshole hard. " Take it into my asshole aunty, don't spare my ass", I cried wanting to come and feeling frustrated by My aunty now moving the dildo to my rectum. My aunty felt a sense of power as she saw a starlet of fame literally begging her for pleasure. My aunty felt happy and excited, seeing I writhe and moan at her touch. She wanted now to become the dominant partner in this sexual tryst. She kept aside the vibrator after switching it off and raised my one leg high up. Then she got in between and raised her leg too, over me . This way their two dripping cunts came in contact. I moaned as my aunty grinded both of our pussy's together. I needed contact, rough contact, any contact with her cunt to get me off. My wiry pussy hairs began to twist when rubbed with a huge cunt. However, my aunty kept frustrating this effort time and again, sensing that I was about to explode. My aunty always got immense pleasure making me cum. My aunty now lay on top of the writhing me and proceeded to kiss and lick and nibble at my face, neck,my breasts coated with her saliva, my heaving stomach as I moaned in passion. She then asked me to lie on my stomach on the bed. My aunty now concentrated on my buttocks, clenching them tightly and then lightly slapping them to see them jiggle. Once in a while she would purposely brush her finger against my clit or thrust them in my sopping cunt, just to keep me on a brink of orgasm begging her to finish. My aunty then started nibbling my inner thighs. They quivered at her touch as I clenched my fists and raised my butt with passion. By this time my aunty too needed release and ordered me to suck her cunt. I desperate in need of release, however, meekly complied and started hungrily licking my aunty's clit as she parted her cunt-lips exposing her red inner labia with her hand. I then pushed her tongue into aunty's cunt and began hardening my tongue making it like an arrowhead and fucking her just the way my aunty liked. My aunty was moaning with pleasure and had gripped My head with her hands as she forced it harder on her cunt. My face was smeared with aunty's juices and she was literally breathing from her cunt as I sucked, licked and her throbbing clit taking her to violent orgasms. My aunty cried loudly as she came and came keeping the pressure on my head. After a while when her orgasm had subsided, she released the grip on my head and watched my ugly looking face smelling jack fruit juice and urine all covered with saliva and her cunt juices. My aunty then strapped the dildo around her waist and entered me from behind, while I was on all my fours like a female dog in heat grabbing the handrails of the cot. Aunty was gripping my swaying breasts for support as she rammed the dildo into my cunt mercilessly. I soon though I had come, but my aunty kept the onslaught going, till I started crying loudly in pain. "I CANT TAKE ANYMORE OF THESE PLESE BREAK MY PUSSY AUNTIEEEEEEEEEE", I cried as I implored my aunty to stop. My aunty stopped immediately, not wishing to cause pain to me. She cradled my face in her arms and told me that she was sorry, she had not realized she was causing pain, and kissed her face all over to show her affection. My aunty was pleased to see that I had accepted her dominant position. "Did I fuck you better than your hero?" "Yes auntie", I said. She smiled, "Do you feel pain", she asked. " I feel exhausted and muscles are aching", I said. "Ok, I will give you a medicine", she said. "Whats that aunty?", I asked. "Promise me to drink it fully, it may taste ugly " she said. "I will drink anything you give", I said. "Okay, lie down and keep your eyes close", she said. "I did" I felt a soft cushion was sitting on my face. Before I could register what it was hot urine entered my mouth and sprankled all over my face. The salty piss from my aunty's pussy wet the whole bed. She was sitting on my face, even if I resisted I had no hope. But I was thirsty too, it tasted like strong beer. I drank the whole piss. The next day she had gone to Madras when I woke up. My ayah arranged more meetings with my hero. We made love on almost every nights during the shooting of the film. The director and producer seemed to shoot the schedule so that we were able to make love as much as possible. But they compensated their efforts by reducing my money saying lame excuses. There was nothing much to tell about our lovemaking. The routine was the same. He will loose his fly open I had to suck him for hours. Then he will make me walk naked in the room for hours. Finally he would insert his pole into me and start fucking but he finished within a few minutes. I got really frustrated at his behaviour. "What's wrong with you, don't you love me anymore?" , I asked him. "No dear, but its your shaved pussy which irritates me?", he said. "What's wrong with my pussy?", I asked. "Why do you shave there, your stubbles irritate me!", he said. "But you never kissed me there, don't you?" "I don't kiss any pussies" "Then I am sucking you everyday", I was angry. "That's what you are good at", he chuckled. "You say I am no good lay?, there are thousands who jerk off thinking me!", I said. "Everyone does it until he see his lover's pussy!" I got furious. What did he think of me, a slut?. But I was loving him, I liked his piercing looks and fats growing moustache and the way he jokes at me. The tickling when his moustache runs on my fat thighs was really exciting. "So tell me what shall I do for you, I won't shave my pussy any more. I will grow a forest for you there, Ok?" I asked. "Don't be angry dear, its not your pussy that counts, I don't feel at home here, the paparazzi are roaming everywhere. I don't want any scandals now. Scandals can break my image among college girls", he said. "Do you think I don't have any image?, What will my fans think if they know I am sucking your dick and allow you to fuck in my ass everyday?", I could not control myself. "Your fans! Hell with them, you don't show any navel and armpits in new films to appease them. I don't like to see your posters with navel showing", he said. " You can show your hairy chest and hairy backs to your girls?" "Men do, you don't know how many girls finger thinking about me. I will show you letters from girls asking for my pubic hairs", he said. "My pubic hair is worth millions", I said. "But you shave them all", he snapped. "Its for you I am cleaning my pussy. All those extras who are dancing with us have herpes!?", I said. "Are you sleeping with them, do they eat your pussy? Or do you eat their pussies?", he asked. "Stop your ugly words, they are also human, poor girls more talented than me!", I said. "You said it!, they are more talented, good suckers too!" "You only make them suck, if they don't they will be kicked out by you", I said. "So you want a break up", I asked. "No!, dear don't be angry", he was apologetic. I knew he could not afford it. We were a pair people loved and I was considered a lucky mascot. Any break up with me will ruin him not me. Superstars were asking me to take heroine roles with them, but then I have nothing to do except dress, cry and dance with them. "Darling I am fed up here. Why don't we go abroad. Say to some outdoors in Switzerland, Alps or at least Budapest, then I will prove my love there. I will make love to you which you will never forget", he said. "But who will pay for it, our movies are made in shoe string budgets. The cost of shooting a love song in Alps can make a good film here", I said. Then we got an invitation from USA. The sponsors were inviting us to do seven cultural programs with some comedy, songs and perhaps a drama. We were delighted to accept it. But my parents insisted they had to come with me. Paparazzi started gossiping that I and my hero are eloping and planning to get married in US. In order to avoid scandals I asked him to go two weeks earlier. My aunty had no dates to accompany me. So my mother, father and sister were coming with me. We started making preparations. I asked my Ayah not to shave me anymore. I wanted my hero to be given a surprise rather a shock. I will make him suffocate in my pubis, I vowed. "This time I am not going to give it free, he has to make me cum before I suck him out", I decided. "I will show him that I am more ape than him in case of hairiness", ha, ha ha I laughed. "Amma, won't you take me to America?", my Ayah asked. I felt sorry but I could not take her expenses. The sponsors are not interested either. My mother was insisting to come. Perhaps my father might also come. My sister had got her visa cleared. So what could I do. "I will try, I will talk with the sponsors", I consoled her. My father consulted with an astrologer. He said I was having some stars moving to a bad position. He said if I flew over a sea it will reduce the ill effects. "Scandals, humiliation, change of position, I foresee", he said. " But nothing to worry, I will make a gadget after chanting 100000 times a mantra, you have to tie it in a locket on a black string around your waistline. Never loose it or keep it away. It will cure all ill effects of your bad stars", the astrologer promised. "Sir, time is not good for you, its better you to avoid long journeys especially abroad", he said after examining my father's horoscope. "In that case I am not coming", he said. I was happy. So I can roam with my hero in USA. We flew to USA next month. Our group consisted of a comedian with a big moustache, a singer without any moustache a nice looking chap, my mother, my sister and of course I. We flew from Bombay to Kuwait. From Kuwait we boarded a non stop flight to New York. The journey was not much interesting. In Kuwait a lot of fans recognised me and they gave me so many gifts. The food was not good, the male were enjoying their drinks. Air hostesses were all more beautiful than me. I was bit dark complexioned , but the Kuwait girls were looking like princesses. They had narrow eyebrows and glazing faces. The customs were not much friendly. We had to fill up so many forms. They did not like the comedian at all. They interviewed him so many times. The singer was asked if he was Muslim. When he said no, he was brushed off. They did not ask much to us. The English they were speaking was clearly not decipherable to me. US English is very different from the UK English we speak in India. The flights were never crowded. After the twin tower tragedy people in US are not flying much. I heard that the Die Hard Hero Bruce Willis do not fly anymore on international flights fearing terrorist attacks. In his films he never permit any other man even to kick a goon. He does it all single handed wearing only a baniyan carrying a gun under his shorts and a Stengun at his hips. But he is afraid even to travel in a plane, how ridiculous. The Asians have no fear as they are used to the terrorism. They will fly the next available plane if the one they were going to take was blasted before their eyes. They had no choice. What US people are very much afraid of is now powders. If a small pouch of powder is found anywhere in public the entire place is evacuated and searched for biological weapons. They are determined not to repeat any bruise on their ego. Uncle Sam never expected its belly was so soft until September 11. The elders looked at us with hostile eyes wherever we went. But the younger generation showed no apathy. We performed at two places, the programs were well attended and the sponsors were happy. My hero was shooting for a film at Houston. I called him over my mobile phone. We agreed to meet after the third program. The third program was at New Jersey. (To be continued)