A new shirtless wonder is born and women are going wild. The poor things had barely finished ogling at the six-pack body of Shah Rukh Khan, when a bigger, better Khan zoomed in.
Eight packs, solid as it gets, and the wares on display like never before- Aamir Khan and his torso are the flavour of the month, the dish on the menu of every kitty party and the ultimate female fantasy.
Or so I am told…The flesh trade, oops! I mean, the film trade assesses that the business netted in by Ghazini is somewhere in the region of Rs 60 crore in the first week itself. Now that’s what’s called putting your money where your eyes are.. As for brains- goli maaro bheje mein! Faltu mein shor karta hai…
I mean, the film is flawed in a zillion ways. The storyline is bizarre beyond belief; the action is predictable though brutal; and surprise, surprise – the film is sanitised of the regular staple of sex. We have a protagonist who is a wildly successful industrialist, written about in newspapers for his love tangles and covered by TV reporters for his views on the health of the economy.
Yet, nobody, not even the cops, recognise him when he starts living ‘incognito’ in a swanky apartment IN THE SAME CITY and gets into the gory business of murder and mayhem. Here’s a chap who maintains a daily log in Hindi, but scribbles his Madam Defarge’isqe notes in English. But it is the lynchpin of the story, the 15-minute memory stuff, which takes the cake!
I mean, did our hero, after a murderous assault on him, race against time to have his eight-pack tattooed with vital info, in preparation for his eventual memory loss? Let’s not even go there, because that’s the point where I wish for a short-term memory loss.
Obviously, Ghazini has not succeeded. The success lies in Aamir’s hot bod..
And herein lies the rub for the Indian male, striving to be content with the minor bumps on his forearms acquired painstakingly after King Khan flashed his six-packer in Om Shanti Om. How can any woman, after watching Aamir’s rippling biceps, triceps and rock solid gluteus maximus, be content with inferior stuff?
Aamir is slowly but surely becoming a nightmare for the Aam Aadmi. A fellow Facebooker has posted Aamir’s picture, tattooed muscles and all, and comments: ‘Chal ab aisi body bana.’ What anguish, what helplessness, lies in this one simple sentence! The mature and the world-weary, including my dear old husband, choose to focus on Aamir’s intellectual failings, giving the body the royal ignore. Then there are many others who are in total denial.
“There is no such thing as a 8 pack body...comon...check it out ...i am 6 pack meself!’ a recent acquaintance wrote to me the other day.
Ha! Google it, my dear fellow, just Google it, with Human Anatomy as the search word..
I do feel sad to see brawn ruling over brains and hunks outstripping the head. But hey! What the heck! For decades, we women have tried so hard to compete with the voluptuous Venuses of the silver screen. Oh, for a smile like Madhuri Dixit; legs like Katrina Kaif; a whatistcalled like Rakhi Sawant and so on and so forth. Happy to report, the shoe is firmly on the other foot.
So are we finally getting those male strip bars as well.. or at least a male MiD DAY Mate for heaven’s sake?
Viva Aamir for raising the bar…
