Rakhi Sawant could not have made it big anywhere else but in Mumbai. Whether this is a matter of pride or chagrin for the city is difficult to tell, but we’re afraid we’ll have to lay claim to this plastic-reinforced motormouth, whose biggest claim to fame is, well, very little, really. A spot of dancing, a flash of cleavage, an engagement that wasn’t. But then, what Rakhi Sawant also has in typical Mumbai gumption, bindaas speak and er, individuality. She may be a horror at (most) times, but she’s a home-grown horror, so let the lady be.