Remember the uproar surrounding the song O O Jaane Jaana. I’ll elaborate for those of you who are too old to remember or too young to have seen it . It had a young (or at least younger!!) Salman Khan prancing around sans shirt. Today, after many years, when I caught the song on TV I was surprised. His ripped jeans were reaching his navel covering his torso anyway. Pretty innocuous stuff! You’ll say and I’ll agree. But then, those were simpler times and sensibilities were easily offended. We have come a long way on the road to voyeurism and it has been quite a journey.
From the overweight Manoj Kumar romping fully clad on the beach we now have a well chiseled John Abraham who took the scene to a new low when he strutted out of the sea, covered in salt and a pair of butt baring teeny weeny yellow trunks. Then there was Ranbir Kapoor smiling impishly while his towel kept slipping to dangerous levels and recently Aamir Khan, essentially bare, hiding his bare essentials behind a transistor. And while I have crossed the age when such a sight would send my hormones in a tizzy I do get a kick out of it.
I am amused by the fact that now men have to work on their bodies too. While women have always had to do their bit to look good, men have had it too easy. To further my point I suggest you take a look at old heroes, the happily plump Rishi Kapoor, the outright obese and balding Sanjiv Kumar, the boorish Raj Kapoor are a few who come to mind. No wonder with such role models men equated being unkempt with being macho. The few who were well groomed were labeled vain, even unmanly. Not any more, male vanity has come to stay and so has the accompanying pain. And I’d be lying if I said that it doesn’t give me sadistic pleasure to watch them pursue it. So as more and more men pump iron and starve to get that perfect Greek God look I wish them luck.
Happy waxing ………ouch that hurts!!