Watching Madonna puffing on a cigar on David Letterman's show, I thought, 'Gosh, she's feeling so India! All she needs is long, black hair and a trip to the Caribbean to burn her skin up.'
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
India of the ages is not dead nor has she spoken her last creative word; she lives and has still something to do for herself and the human peoples.
The film 'Slumdog Millionaire' portrays the spirit you feel in India. For those who haven't been there, the film says it all.
Do I envy Madonna's body? Yes. Do I thank God that she has it? Yes! If you're fifty-something and you look like Madonna, and you put a lifetime's work in the way you look, then flash it to the world!
Hollywood needs to recognise all shades of African American beauty.
So, my sweetheart back home writes to me and wants to know what this gal in Bombay's got that she hasn't got. So I just write back to her and says, Nothin', honey. Only she's got it here.
The grass is always greener on the other side. We are busy applying fairness creams while people in the West go bare-bodied on the beach to get a tan. Indian girls have ruled the roost when it comes to beauty pageants. I flaunt my complexion, and I am proud to be noticed as an Indian wherever I go.
Katie McGrath got me hooked on the 'Great British Bake Off.' It's ruining my life.
What America demands in her black champions is a brilliant, powerful body and a dull, bestial mind.
It's cinematographic to smoke. Imagine Lauren Bacall without a cigarette.
We don't leave home without my daughter's doll La-La. She looks like a bit of a rag, but India is obsessed with her.