Amitabh Bachhan

AMITABH BACHHAN..


Frankly yaar... this man should take a break or something. Or stare into a crystal ball or something. Wherein all will be white owing to his vision being clouded.
By cataracts.
Owing to him being ancient.

That the man should continue to act despite that Jhoom Baraabar Jhoom eye-vomit costume speaks of bravery that is well worthy of the Four Square Bravery Award, but he must realize we, the poor audience, aren't quite in the same league.

So why am I, evidently minus the baritone, the salt-pepper french, 6-foot frame and the eye-vomitness of it all, forcing myself upon you unsuspecting people who love this guy. ?.

It is in view of finding myself in situations that are far too absurdly idiotic for them to go without being considered thus by a hundred other people as well. Yes, I do need approval from random strangers that there is action in my life and that you are in awe of it. But then again, that is in direct contradiction to the well-accepted adage which when very succinctly put reads, Blogs happen when nothing else does.
Well, who said I was perfect?

What I am though, is a guy. A mean one.

I am completely aware of the uber-mensch implications of the above line; thank you very much. But yes, that very line was told to an audience of awestruck individuals in the confines of the department of Accounts by a man we will henceforth be referred to as Krajni.
Why Krajni? another entry required for that.