This is a story that was released some years ago. We never got around to publishing it because, at that time, there was so much hype surrounding this whole situation and the person, who wrote and shared this story online received a lot of backlash then. We don’t know how much things have changed today, but the reason we are sharing this is that we know readers come here to read spicy things about this industry. Well, this one is not that much spicy if you think that this whole thing really happened. It also turned a die-hard fan into someone, who’s the opposite of a fan.

The content below also didn’t receive media coverage because it was taken down less than 5 hours after it was put up. The girl was harassed and a very popular Bollywood gossip site was also warned by the PR people to keep this personal essay off their website. It’s been years now so we hope they don’t mind. We must say that a lot of fans changed their opinions after reading this essay. Why don’t we let you read and you can decide for yourself. Here is an account of what happened at TOIFA in the person’s own words, we didn’t change or add on anything. It is what it is!

A Fan’s Point of View: What I saw at TOIFA

TOIFA Week: part 2

In my last post I said this entire week would be busy and crazy; and that was an understatement. I am actually so shocked and disgusted at the things that happened. It was so unexpected.

So after the Musical Extravaganza my family and I booked two rooms at Pan Pacific Hotel in Vancouver where all the stars were staying. I just so happened to be on the same floor as Ranbir Kapoor. And anyone who knows me, knows I LOVE RANBIR KAPOOR. I think he is the best actor in all of Bollywood and he is so talented and he’s just so gorgeous. I also thought he was probably very nice and kind’ However I was wrong about that.

I understand celebrities need privacy, but they also have to understand that it’s because of the fans that they are where they are right now. If we don’t watch their movies and support them and ask them for pictures then who are they? What is their identity? Of course there are some crazy fans but I’m definitely not ranting to condone their crazy. I’m ranting because I believe that famous people are truly misunderstood about the position they have in the public eye.

There were literally 10 people standing on my floor for Ranbir Kapoor. They were speaking so loud and that was their fault. But my cousins and I wanted to see him too, but we didn’t want to get in trouble so we decided to go down to the lobby. We met Anurag Basu (who by the way is creepy as f**k) and he told us that Ranbir is out driving around and what not, however another girl who was with Anurag told us after 3 hours of waiting in the lobby for him, that he was in his room and he was “really messed up”.

When we got back to our rooms, these three disgusting guys were standing outside one was just in his robe and they were friends with Ranbir. We were walking past their room and my dad told me he saw things he couldn’t unsee. Apparently there were prostitutes up in that room and Ranbir was hella hammered. I actually started crying because the man who was on a pedestal in my heart was doing all this bullshit with these unclassy, trashy people. My heart was aching.

Then I saw Anushka Sharma and I was f**king appalled. She looked so trashy. She was lying down in front of the elevator, apparently. Her hair was all wet, her dress was like coming off her shoulder. She looked like a hot mess. Literally when she saw my cousins and she was like “Oh shit,” and she booked it from there. I’m so disgusted.

We went back downstairs and we came back at about 5 in the morning, I went to my other room to go change and my cousins went to their room. My dad was waiting for his friend in the hall. While I was leaving my room to go to my cousins I heard Ranbir Kapoor swearing and yelling. I knew it was him before I even saw his face. His face was just centimetres away from my fathers. He was yelling at my dad and he pushed him three times.

I am so thankful my dad didn’t say anything. My dad loved Ranbir Kapoor just as I did, but I knew it took him everything to not say anything back. I literally just stood there frozen and I couldn’t say anything no one saw me and I just couldn’t move. I’m there thinking “Holy fking shit, Ranbir Kapoor is swearing at my dad and what the fk happened? This can’t be happening.”

I quickly ran into my cousins room and I’m practically screamed “HOLY SHIT, RANBIR KAPOOR IS YELLING AT MY DAD!” My aunt and cousin got up and went to go see, when Ranbir realized we were watching he quickly walked away. I was so choked. First the prostitution, drunkeness thing, then the swearing at my dad. And do you want to know why he was mad? Because his friend came out to tell my dad he couldn’t wait near the elevator because Ranbir was coming out and my dad’s like why should I leave? That’s when Ranbir came to bitch out.

Seriously these celebrities think they own shit, but you guys are in Canada. Understand that you don’t own shit. I feel so crappy. I loved that man, I admired him so much. But I can’t look at him the same way anymore. I literally felt so sick for the rest of the stay in the hotel. I can’t stop crying every time I think of Ranbir. It feels like I broke up with an asshole boyfriend, I can’t move on from.

I can’t believe some of the things I saw this weekend. Everything feels so surreal. I really regret staying at the hotel because I learned some horrible things about the stars I love and it really disturbs me. I can’t watch a Ranbir Kapoor film the same way anymore. A lot of the stars were actually so fake. I was really pissed at how they were treating their fans. I still can’t believe this. I mean how does one deal with the fact that the ones you admire are the ones who you’ve lost all respect for and they’ve lowered in your eyes? I still can’t deal with this ache. Everything I felt about the Indian Cinema feels so fake now. I just can’t believe this.