
In the wake of yesterday’s believable but sketchy-sounding report that Slumdog actress Rubina Ali’s father was trying to sell her, Indian police say they’ve launched a probe into the matter. Meanwhile, the actress’s mother and stepmother were reportedly involved in a sweaty, third-world wrestling match [adjectives added, for, uh, emphasis].
Khurshid Begum [Ali's mother] filed a complaint with Mumbai police on Sunday after News of the World’s report.
The newspaper – owned by News International Ltd., the main British subsidiary of News Corp., which also owns “Slumdog” distributor Fox Searchlight Pictures – said the father was demanding millions of rupees, worth the equivalent of $400,000. [Editor’s note: yesterday it was $300.]
“They should be punished,” Begum said after getting into a physical confrontation with Rubina’s stepmother. “No father should dare sell his daughter.”
Police took the father, Rafiq Qureshi, and Rubina from their home in a Mumbai slum to a police station where he was briefly questioned.
Speaking to reporters outside the police station Sunday, Qureshi denied the report, saying he had been lured to a fancy Mumbai hotel by someone claiming they were moved by Rubina’s story and wanted to help her.
“We had gone there to meet them in goodwill,” he said. “But they have made false allegations about me and tried to frame me.”
Qureshi said he told police he believed it could be a plot to regain custody by his ex-wife, who left several years ago, only to return and try to play a role in Rubina’s life after the film’s success.
“My children are with me, and I could give my life for them,” Qureshi said. “I will never sell them to anybody, no matter how much money they offer me.” [Variety]
This is one of those cases where I don’t know who to believe. I wonder: would it be terribly racist to demand that they resolve this through song?



That price is outrageously high. Chick isn’t even blind.
It never works out when I meet someone in Goodwill. I’m usually looking for a vintage shirt, and she’s there because she can’t afford a fork.
“My children are with me, and I could give my life for them,” Qureshi said. “I will never sell them to anybody, no matter how much money they offer me.”
He added “I would, however, entertain trading them for high first-round draft picks.”
Who cares about shit that’s happening two worlds away?
I wonder: would it be terribly racist to demand that they resolve this through song?
Only if it’s terribly racist that I suggest they cut her in half.
Meanwhile, the actress’s mother and stepmother were reportedly involved in a sweaty, third-world wrestling match
Q: Can you SMELLLLLLLLLLLLL what Khurshid Begum is cooking!?!?!?!?
A: Yes. From three villages away.
Speaking of terribly racist…
Mumbai police are trying to figure out the names of everybody involved in this scandal and fear it may be quite some time until every last one of them is found. A spokesman for the police told this reporter “Don’t worry, we’ll get them, it’s only a matter of time before we connect all the dots.”
Indian police prefer to hang out at the new delhi rather than the donut shop.
Sources say that he was close to a deal to sell her to a cop, a construction worker, and a biker, but the deal with the Indian fell through.
“My children are with me, and I could give my life for them,” Qureshi said. “I will never sell them to anybody, no matter how much money they offer me.”
“I will, however, rent her out for gentlemen’s events, but you must return her clean or you lose your security deposit!”
::: sips from 40, nods to Juan, flashes
ASL for ‘cute puppy ears’gang sign :::$400,000 today? He must have decided to package her in one of those adorable cardboard dog houses that included a bio.
Don King is calling this the “Rumble in the Slumhole”.
Third-world wrestling matches had to stop using steel cages because they got tired of the audience stealing the set for scrap.
Meanwhile, the actress’s mother and stepmother were reportedly involved in a sweaty, third-world wrestling match
Khurshid Begum has since trademarked “The People’s Mustache”.
Does the fact that I only know wrestling pop culture no more current than ‘The Rock’ give away the fact that I’m not a fan?
I wonder: would it be terribly racist to demand that they resolve this through song?
May I suggest the classic uplifting tune “Don’t Curry, Be Happy”.
After Rafiq Qureshi had used his 1 phone a friend from prison to no avail, he decided to ask the cell block what he should do with the girl. They unanimously said “use her for food.”
Qureshi said, “I will never sell them to anybody, no matter how much money they offer me.”
She also added, “It’s a naan-issue at this point.”
Careful throwing around words like “third world” and “cat.” Rubina might think she’s having dinner tonight.
This is just viral marketing for Let’s Make a Delhi!…and I think it’s an improvement over their last attempt which was an actual virus.
I stiill haven’t seen this stupid f’n movie and as such DO NOT CARE.
Well, well, well, if it isn’t another uppity Indian rubbing their wealth in our faces again, what with their fancy casinos, multi-colored corn & luxurious small pox blankets.
Did the duke just rescue me from an hour long, epic-durst?
Thanks there Rooster Cogburn.
You didn’t durst, erswi. I blame the economy. Most of the posters are homeless now and steal their internet from coffee shops. Cops probably just did a hobo sweep at 2:58.
HOBONUTSACK!
*Stumbles back into thread*
Oh, hey guys. What did I miss? Yeah, sorry, but the barista here said I was giving off a “creepy vibe” and the cops made me leave. Took me forever to find another signal. Fortunately, I’m right outside this dude’s house and he has an unsecured network. Shit, gotta go. His kids just got off the bus and they’re no doubt wondering why there’s a guy with a laptop and no pants standing in their driveway.
I lost my home in a underground game of Uno.
[sits at desk, begins to read FD posts, phone rings]
WHAT?!
[Charlie Brown adult talking noises]
FUCK! I’ll be over in five.
[gets up, throws desk chair at vendor quietly sitting in office]
I’ll be right the FUCK BACK!
[leaves office]
The good part about trying to sell a kid named Rubina Ali is that if you find somebody gullible enough, he’ll probably believe you when you tell him that she can sure take a punch.
I just won a second refridgerator box in an underground game of Uno! I’m the richest swinging hobonutsack on the block!
<— hobonutsack QAPLAH!
Up next on Hobo Cribs: Robopanda’s estate. Wait until you see his digs. Hobonutsack got a foyer an’ shit.
Thanks Duke. Makes me feel better about having to FD from my iPhone in order to not get Hustla’d.
New up. With Ice-T as the voice of a Mule.