The struggle is so real when you find yourself lost in an actor’s movement or voice or eyes instead of analysing the movie as a supplementary text for your English essay.
Can I just say that firstly, Jonathan Rhys-Meyers is a beautiful human being. I don’t understand how someone won so much in the genetic lottery. How am I meant to analyse Bend it Like Beckham when all I can focus on are his eyes and cheekbones and accent. God damn.
And while we are celebrating beautiful people, last night as I chilled alone, I decided to watch a Bollywood film. And since I didn’t want tears because I still haven’t watched the ending of Kal Ho Na Ho without sobbing. I actually haven’t watched the movie in its entirety because I always end up sobbing and I’ve seen the movie up until the part where Naina gets married over 30 times haha. I need someone to hold and console me if I’m to ever watch the ending because there are too many emotions.
Anyway, getting back on track, after intense discussion of why Shahid Kapoor has a man bun and how hot he used to be with a mate, I decided to watch Dhoom 2. Sure it isn’t the best Bollywood movie and it’s so unrealistic it isn’t funny, but can we just take a minute because of Hrithik Roshan? If I met him in person, I’d actually faint. I’ve been such a big fan of him since I was introduced to him at the age of 3 because of Kabhi Kushi Kabhi Gam. And I cannot even. No words describe my love and admiration for him. He’s hot. There is no denying that. The man can dance and he’s so smooth but sweet and adorable it isn’t even funny. My admiration for him has extended to the point where I will subject myself to dodgy movies he leads in just so I can watch him being cute or badass on screen. What even is life honestly.
There is no doubt that in movies like Koi Mil Gaya and Kabhi Kushi Kabhi Gum and Jodhaa Akbar (possibly my favourite movie of all time because Indian history fascinates me) are timeless. They are perfection on my screen and I can watch them over and over again without ever feeling sick of them.
If I met Hrithik Roshan, I would actually hyperventilate. I’m not even exaggerating here. If I have to go to India post HSC because that’s what all Indian children do apparently, I’m forcing my aunt to take me celebrity stalking. I’ve done it in the past and it’s an incredibly fun past time when in Mumbai 👌
This is the life of an Indian Aussie who gets the best of both worlds. Praise the lords for beautiful people and being Indian. Yes sometimes I come off as more Aussie than Indian, but at the end of the day, I can’t live without my dhal, and Indian Weddings (I’m going to one in two weeks and I’m so excited holy crap), a culture and heritage I’m so proud to be a part of, and of course Bollywood movies that make me laugh and cry and take me on an emotional rollercoaster.