“I am so enriched because so much has happened in my life. The way I can express myself is because of the life I have led. It’s only when you experience life can you emote it.”

I know I look good. The regular adjectives that come my way – sexy, hot, dusky, bong bombshell I love them.

You don’t have to do offbeat films to prove that you can act. I have done it but only to prove myself that I can fit convincingly into every kind of films. I want to do the 100 crore film where the hero does all the work, and I get to relax.

I’m really bad at taking compliments, but whenever I get them, I tell myself, ‘Way to go, girl’ and move on.

I actually wanted to be a doctor. But doing all those horrid rat dissections made me faint. I studied science till the 12th standard and later took up commerce. I was planning to do chartered accountancy, but fate had something else in store for me.

I want to do entertaining films, where a woman gets the respect of being an actor.

I can’t let the baggage of my private life get into work. Artists are more fragile than normal people. But I know that I am a role model for zillions of people, so no matter how deep you are hurting, you need to come out strong.

I do a film if it interests me, has a connect with the audience and some entertainment value. The rest doesn’t matter.

I have done some tacky films, but then they were all my decisions, and I’m happy to have made those because they have made me who I am.

I enjoy the TV series ‘Dexter,’ where there’s a reason for every kill. Quentin Tarantino is a favourite, and a ‘Kill Bill’ action-packed movie would be up my street. I’d love to be India’s first scream queen!

Whenever I get married, it will be a Bengali wedding. If I won’t have a Bengali wedding, my mother won’t come. She has warned me. So, I am going to have a Bengali wedding for sure.

As a child, I was a brat, and my parents didn’t know how to control me. So they told me ghost stories, which stayed with me. I am still petrified of darkness and being alone.

My wedding won’t be a hush-hush affair. When I get married, everyone will get to know about it… there’ll be nothing speculative about my wedding.

I never thought I would type that I learned how to emote in poems from watching Star Trek but there it is.

There is a point when grief exceeds the human capacity to emote, and as a result one is strangely composed-