Being Aishwarya Rai isn't easy, where people don't leave any given instance to 'invade' your privacy. Be it films or a social function your conduct is always under hawk-eyed scrutiny.

Forget male friends, even your clothes are matter of public debate. In case they don't like the colours of your dress, they'll blow you into the smithereens.

The films you chuck make more news than the films you do. Weather you like it not, they'll spread gossips about you around the town with the clockwork regularity.

No wonder, we only get to see a demure Aishwarya smile, for most of the time.

At this time you need to hire a celebrity manager like Simone Sheffield, who do all the talking while you bask offshore with your 'special' friend.

But being Aishwarya Rai isn't all that bad either.

You feel good when you see likes of Brandon Fraser and Pierce Brosnan vying for your maiden kiss. You feel thrilling when you're voted the most attractive woman on the planet beating all the JLOs and Britneys.

It is hugely tempting to dismiss the glee when you are invited to Cannes ahead of all the bigwigs.

The naysayers will be arguing why it has to be Ash all the time; we say, what the heck! For a moment, just give in to that temptation. After all isn't she just wonderful?

Now who would argue with that?