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 It had to happen. He is young, diabolically handsome, endowed with the most vicious baby blues you ever saw. He is down-to-earth, and yet his turn of phrase makes all the chiffons turn into gooey jelly. His sartorial sense is a lethal combo of Armani, Rohit "Gudda" Bal, and maybe Daryaganj. But his killer app is his carriage. One moment he is doing his calisthenics at a happening haunt, and the next he is a man with a mission draped in Kalashkinov. Now, he's got a bank-balance to match those biceps and obliques to die for. And so very cool. Just the guy you would take home to mum. Yet he has chosen to go the "family way". Well, in short, the KNPH boy has tied the knot.The country claimed him as public property in January 2k ,and now at 2k+1, he's almighty both on the on side and the off side. But so what? How does this johnny-come-lately who is more "pay-per-view" than "free to air" concern us people? All his antics don't make our daily drudgery any less different? Whether it's his vanishing act or his gymnastics atop billboards, how much can it change the BIG BAD world? One reason could be those expressions of angst seem real, yet he is non-esoteric paisa vasool. And just how many of the young ladies would not want him to ogle them, as he stops to ask the name for the perfunctory autograph. It is another thing that its ten in the morning and you are probably like the hundredth candidate for his attention. There are many who will boast to the rest how he had actually sneezed in his presence and actually saw snot. Maybe he deserves it too. Your heart bleeds when you picture him as fugitive. The junta also likes him when he dons the chef's mantle for the girl he loves. Very much like real men. He is the lover-boy who will do anything to please Miss Cutie-pie, even drown. Life is a rather strange jhigri-pokri. You have the peaks, and THEY get piqued. And when you stand for a whole kingdom, heavens help you. You may be top cat in tinsel valley, but hey you are not supreme arbiter. So you must cross your ts and be meticulous about your ps and qs. If you want to air your likes and dislikes, look for a gig, that's suitable. You are just a ubharta sitara in philim-line, and you choose to articulate why you do not have the hots for a certain nation, big or small, you are asking for trouble. With capital T. Again, after a single hit, you begin to be opinionated about international relations. Your words on screen rub salt into a major organisation worldwide. Well, buddy stick to singing around trees, and romancing the stones. Give the pretty one a peck on the cheek, when asked to. You are little kanchha who's just brought home his kanchhi. Remember they pay for your nakhras. So if the people so will, they can make you fallen star from top ka romeo. In art, one continuosly reengineers one's business process to stay put. So HR plays double bill one day, rebel another. He has to play the normal BOLLYWOOD hero until he is too plump for those pullovers that have hidden a thousand paunches. Or till medical science cannot make him any less weedy. So he shall be the hirsute macho Rudolph Valentino-James Dean mixture who shall be our weekly, fortnightly or whenever watched escape route from the harshness of reality. Long live romance, long live the lover-boy. RECENTLY ON JAAL: Poll Gita Where There's A Bill, There's A Wait DotComs, By The Numbers GoI-ing After Veerappan The Bore-Gush Race Hack Attack! Eee! Governance! Justice Unbound Small States, Large Stakes Con Banega Crorepati Salesman No. 1 Cat And Meows 25 Years After Paswan Goes DOTty Child's Play Toilet Paper Drought And About Boer Boar The Joke's On You The Coming Of Bill Ayan Bhattacharya SEND US YOUR FEEDBACK ABOUT THIS ARTICLE: ?
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