Shah Rukh Khan's Nipples

Or, Kaho Naa... Moobies Hain.

(Please note: This post has nothing to do with food or theology. It will make no sense if you are not familiar with Indian cinema, Bollywood actors, and how films are advertised here. It is also a twisted attempt on my part to drag in more page views via people doing Google searches for, uh, something other than theology. Be thankful at least that I'm not putting up a photo.)

Dear SRK,

Hi. You don't know me from Adam (though we do have, believe it or not, a mutual friend we've both lost touch with), but I thought I'd send you this friendly note. First, let me say that I'm very happy that you have discovered the benefits of anabolic steroids (and also the airbrush) this late in your acting career. It's quite obvious that you are happy with the results and want to show the world your newly acquired buffness. You've certainly achieved that goal. Even in this small, non-Hindi speaking town, every available free space is plastered with posters of your naked torso. We have no choice; we have all now Beheld.

Except not all of want to see your moobies.

India is a big country. I would cautiously estimate that there are several hundred million people who don't want to see them. Yet, we have no choice. "Avert your eyes, Sean," some would say. That's difficult to do while driving around, when I have to make sure no one to my side is going to do anything crazy all of a sudden. Yesterday while driving around at lunch time, I got more than a healthy dose. **barfs**

I'll never forget what my wife said about such men. "From biology class, you know how the frog you are dissecting looks after you get the skin off? That's exactly what they look like."

Shah Rukh, do us a favor please and cover up, m'kay?

If you need me, I'll be in the vomitorium.

Cordially,

Sean Babu