The Curious case of the King, Commissioner and Ustaad.

A few weeks ago my father blew out 59 candles on a cake that was meant to remind him of the day he parted ways with his umbilical cord. I sure don't think he's any less handsome looking than he was in his late 30's or early 40's but he's sure to get a few pats on his back reminding him about the 60's Club that he will soon be a patron of. It isn't hearsay that the 50's are the new 30's with a good word of thanks to Botox. But who cares, Botox and the several over the counter age defying drugs are the recreational drugs of the half centurions. Oh and not to forget a huge round of applause and praise for the Blue Pill.

I loathe at the very thought of having a pseudo metro sexual parent in their 60's but I'm comforted by the close to zero chances of that happening. The fear does return in a chilling way looking at what my father's more accomplished peers are doing in Tinsel town!! Self denial is unfortunately a strong trait in my DNA, but I did manage to break out of it recently while watching "China Town" ( not to be even remotely mistaken for the Hollywood classic). A cash laden producer decides to dance to the tunes of 3 lethargic looking supremos and pay homage to the classic 3 guys n lots of intoxication classic, The Hangover!!!! Appa, I plead you not to get carried away.

The Ustaad who headlined the ensemble was raring to go with his "This is a very different role" look for the press. The Dynamic duo from the ensemble played along as well. Biology defying stunts and ganja laced alcohol played very under rated roles in this summer blockbuster.And before I forget - this was a movie about three eligible handsome bachelors played by three actors who'd have kids my age if they played the pro-creation game a few years earlier than intended!! The King on the other hand toiled beyond belief to get into tapered denims and play super-dad to a kid who could have been as old as my kid had I played the pro-creation game a few years ago. Oh SHIT, how could this be complete without the Commissioner who's had a consistent career donning the khaki and swaying his shoulders, but the young lad's trying to re-invent himself a la Robert Downey Jr in Tropic Thunder. It isn't funny people - The Commissioner did take a generous dab of melanin on his face to play a dark looking thug in a movie aptly titled Black Cat(get it?). 

These lads are darned good actors and it scares the living hell out of me to think of one convincingly played role that could transform our dads into "Yo! Homie" mouthing coolios!!

Amidst all this drama in MollyLand, we might turn into a lost generation that never produced a star because of our evergreen talent that refuses to wane away. Until then I'm going to wait for this winter's potboiler "The King and The Commissioner". 

P.S: In case I'm MIA from this blog it might be due to the sudden demise of Liju Jacob Mathew after he heard a certain someone come up to him in bling saying "How's it hanging homie??"