Prakash Rao, the film's rookie leading man, stood casually aside. So casually, in fact, that he seemed hidden behind that pesky cloak of anonymity, and spent his evening by the escalators, guiding guests, celebrities, and journalists oblivious to his identity, up the stairs.
I asked him about being 'nervous', and he, visibly so, tried to laugh it off: "Just say 'excited' instead. Very excited." Then, on asking when he thought the screening would actually begin, he scampered helpfully up the stairs to find out, a typically dutiful South Indian youth.
Perizaad Zorabian, on the other hand, is waking up to life as a starlet. She's at the stage when she's genuinely thrilled with what she does, and it shows. She glowed with freshness and bubbled enthusiastically for the cameras, doling out warm hugs to journalists at random, and being, as they say, 'really, really nice'.
And then a paparazzi commotion broke out right behind her. Perizaad asked a quick, animated 'Kaun aaya?', and, on realising who it was, ducked obligingly out of the way, yelling to the few reluctant lensmen: "Forget about me, go get him! It's Aamir Khan!"