Tuesday, January 6, 2009

O Lucky Man!

Ask and ye shall receive, Gentle Readers!

When someone asks for another chance to indulge in the fine art of appreciating Bollywood star John Abraham, I see no reason not to follow through.

Even lounging around a haystack, young Mr. A. maintains a kind of janerussellische msytique. He lives in a world in which a star is still very much a star. And when he's around, so do we...


  1. Much obliged, dear Sir.
    How are people born this beautiful? Does it take work?
    The top photo is, in my mind, the quintessential John Abraham: drop-dead gorgeous with that little bit of mischievous boyishness.
    Whenever you come across snapshots of our loving parcel of Parsi pulchritude (well, half Parsi), please don't hold back.

  2. Oh, I have a feeling that even with all the benefits of modern technology (not to mention pharmacopia), it's still a lot of work. That's why I've always relied on charm.

    But then again, look where that's gotten me. Maybe I ought to exercise more...