We've been catching the trailers of 'Bluffmaster' every morning at breakfast for the past ten days, and heaven help us people! That Bachchan boy just goes on getting gorgeous-er and gorgeous-er!
The only wince-inducing detail in this picture, is The Boy's unnerving resemblance to one's younger sibling. Not so much in appearance (although there's that too), but so very much in mannerism, that they might almost be brothers. *horrified gasp*
This disturbs us greatly.
For, in the true tradition of older sisters since the dawn of time, we have consistently failed to see the younger male sibling as anything but a motley collection of germs. An occasionally funny, and even-more-occasionally intelligent collection of germs, but germs, nevertheless.
On the rare occasion that The Brother has had a phone call from a human of the opposite sex, the greatly worried family has congregated around the telephone, expecting to hear snippets of conversation on the lines of, "Your best friend is in my custody. Now say 'yes' or else...!" and "Of course I've gotten rid of the body!". Now, these conversations are obviously conducted in some devious secret code because, we have not, till date, overheard anything, that can be classified as incriminating evidence.
On the even rarer occasion of our actually meeting a girlfriend of The Brother's, we have fought hard, the temptation, to examine the said girl's head, for signs that it's been hit with a blunt instrument.
The resemblance of The Boy to The Brother, however, is forcing us to look at the younger sibling, in a new-ish light. A maybe-there's-a-person-under-all-those-germs-kind of light. A maybe-there's-more-person-and-less-germs-now kind of light.
Actually, it's the he-just-got-me-an-iPod light, which SO brings out the good-ish looking chap he's always been!