I was particularly tired that day as I sat in Madurai airport – back to back meetings and last minute rush to only find out that the flight is delayed. Madurai airport in those days (2003) was like a large kalyana mandapam. The small waiting hall was filled with dhoti clad gentlemen and Kancheevaramed ladies. Settling down for the inevitable long wait and dreading the soggy samosas that the airlines ration out whenever their flights are delayed, I saw a bit of commotion near the security entrance. Suddenly there was a buzz all around and the Star walked in looking dapper as usual. There was a posse of men surrounding him and the security guided him into the waiting hall. My instant reaction was to go up to him and say hello. But then there were so many people mobbing him that I decided to wait. Sensing a small lull and seizing that moment, I just walked up to him called him by his name and stretched out my hand with a big smile and introduced myself. “Prince…” he drawle...