To the Shah Rukh Khans of the world, since we seem to keep running into each other.
Sniffle, gonorrhea type twitch of the legs, another sniffle, shuffle-cough, a dialogue that's several centuries old delivered in an unsteady wheeze with a leery half-upturned mouth-smirk that makes me wonder if you have a knife stowed in your suspiciously bulgey back pocket, a conception further emphasized by your unfathomably alternately twitching your eyes and scrunching your nose in a most trustworthy manner.
News flash: The above technique works in Bollywood because the heroine obligingly returns a screensplitting smile at this display to match the music in the background, generally conveying the impression this is all anyone wants in a relationship. Which, I'll give you, it probably is, given the unrealistic context the scriptwriters work hard to create beforehand so the afore-mentioned crying need for plastic surgery (and possibly a brain transplant) ceases to matter in comparison.
Ultimatum: In real life, where we don't willingly suspend disbelief because the background noise of a dozen trucks on a polluted road doesn't lend itself conducively to the idyllic, the shoulder waggling swagger is just that - a sign you may suffer from male-UTI at best, let's not get into the worst.
Sniffle, gonorrhea type twitch of the legs, another sniffle, shuffle-cough, a dialogue that's several centuries old delivered in an unsteady wheeze with a leery half-upturned mouth-smirk that makes me wonder if you have a knife stowed in your suspiciously bulgey back pocket, a conception further emphasized by your unfathomably alternately twitching your eyes and scrunching your nose in a most trustworthy manner.
News flash: The above technique works in Bollywood because the heroine obligingly returns a screensplitting smile at this display to match the music in the background, generally conveying the impression this is all anyone wants in a relationship. Which, I'll give you, it probably is, given the unrealistic context the scriptwriters work hard to create beforehand so the afore-mentioned crying need for plastic surgery (and possibly a brain transplant) ceases to matter in comparison.
Ultimatum: In real life, where we don't willingly suspend disbelief because the background noise of a dozen trucks on a polluted road doesn't lend itself conducively to the idyllic, the shoulder waggling swagger is just that - a sign you may suffer from male-UTI at best, let's not get into the worst.
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