On a long, hot afternoon I drifted into a Midsummer day dream. Salman Khan accompanies Indian Olympics squad to Rio. Going for the gold, our star Wrestler Yogeshwar Dutt is pitted in the final against a burly Russian.
The superior Russian is gaining ground and Yogeshwar's defeat is imminent. When about to floor his opponent, the Russian passes a derogatory comment to him. It is overheard by Salman Khan who was sitting close to the podium.
Suddenly our Bollywood star starts taking off his clothes in slow motion, flexing his mighty muscles, divulging his biceps and 6 pack. Now stripped himself to his underwear, he jumps to the arena. Yogeshwar makes way for Salman to continue his fight.
As the jingoist music, something like MAA TUJHE SALAMI (Hail Motherland) plays in the background, Salman Khan, our multifaceted world class Sportsman, every ready to step in as the savior, takes a closer look at his opponent. They circle around each other, with our hero gazing at his opponent, while slapping his thunder thighs.
After losing initial rounds to the Russian, Salman was about to be floored. As he peeps at the crowd trough the wrapping arms of his adversary, out of nowhere appears his cheering girlfriend (can't be his wife, as Salman's marriage is another midsummer's dream).
The jingoist song gets louder, as a resurgent Salman, enthralled by patriotic music as well as the musings of his lady love, gathers strength of 100 lions and floors his much favored opponent. The crowd goes berserk in applause. Salman proudly walks to the podium to be garlanded in gold medal.
Yogeshwar Dutt, who vehemently protested Salman's appointment as Goodwill Ambassador, walks towards our medal winning actor, profusely repenting his earlier criticism of the benevolent star's appointment. Our ever forgiving screen hero forgives Yogeswar as his younger brother in real life, wiping off tears from the eyes of the later.
Soon after winning the first non-shooting gold for India in Olympics, Salman Khan returns back to shooting - on the set and poor blackbucks. He is also gifted a brand new Porsche, with license to mow.
Please forgive me for watching too many Bollywood movies. Such dreams, like Sah Rukh leading to a Hockey Gold and Farhan Akhtar roaring past Usain Bolt for the first ever track gold, are rare. So if you are going to make these stupendous blockbusters, please don't forget this poor scriptwriter.
The superior Russian is gaining ground and Yogeshwar's defeat is imminent. When about to floor his opponent, the Russian passes a derogatory comment to him. It is overheard by Salman Khan who was sitting close to the podium.
Suddenly our Bollywood star starts taking off his clothes in slow motion, flexing his mighty muscles, divulging his biceps and 6 pack. Now stripped himself to his underwear, he jumps to the arena. Yogeshwar makes way for Salman to continue his fight.
As the jingoist music, something like MAA TUJHE SALAMI (Hail Motherland) plays in the background, Salman Khan, our multifaceted world class Sportsman, every ready to step in as the savior, takes a closer look at his opponent. They circle around each other, with our hero gazing at his opponent, while slapping his thunder thighs.
After losing initial rounds to the Russian, Salman was about to be floored. As he peeps at the crowd trough the wrapping arms of his adversary, out of nowhere appears his cheering girlfriend (can't be his wife, as Salman's marriage is another midsummer's dream).
The jingoist song gets louder, as a resurgent Salman, enthralled by patriotic music as well as the musings of his lady love, gathers strength of 100 lions and floors his much favored opponent. The crowd goes berserk in applause. Salman proudly walks to the podium to be garlanded in gold medal.
Yogeshwar Dutt, who vehemently protested Salman's appointment as Goodwill Ambassador, walks towards our medal winning actor, profusely repenting his earlier criticism of the benevolent star's appointment. Our ever forgiving screen hero forgives Yogeswar as his younger brother in real life, wiping off tears from the eyes of the later.
Soon after winning the first non-shooting gold for India in Olympics, Salman Khan returns back to shooting - on the set and poor blackbucks. He is also gifted a brand new Porsche, with license to mow.
Please forgive me for watching too many Bollywood movies. Such dreams, like Sah Rukh leading to a Hockey Gold and Farhan Akhtar roaring past Usain Bolt for the first ever track gold, are rare. So if you are going to make these stupendous blockbusters, please don't forget this poor scriptwriter.
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