The face. Oh the face.
The thing is...I have a kind of complicated relationship with this particular Kapoor.
See. Very early on in my Bolly-viewing...career (?) (I wish!) I noticed that there was a pocket of...how shall I put this...RABID SHASHI FANS who worship the man. They write paeans to his curls - like, seriously, the curls apparently have the power to make adult women fall into full-blown swooning fits of hysteria; and they wax lyrical over his croaky voice and his funny wonky-toothed smile, and...I don't know, I don't think I will ever fully understand the sheer devotion, beyond the apparent fact that Shashi has magical powers.
(I would like to point out that I have absolutely nothing against this kind of adoration, because HEAVEN KNOWS I can swoon adoringly with fangirly devotion over the various aspects of Govinda's wonderousness until THE ACTUAL END OF TIME)
Anyway. You may be thinking "So what? You don't swoon over Shashi, move on already!" which is ENTIRELY REASONABLE.
Except Shashi...exerts some kind of weird pull over me. Like salty licorice.
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And with this song, he started SNEAKING INTO MY DIL like an ASSASSIN. An ASSASSIN armed with PYAAR and awesome spazzy dance moves. And a trumpet.
You know that weird Dutch licorice that is NOT AT ALL LIKE NORMAL licorice? And you put it in your mouth, and it is...not at all delicious, and yet, after the off-putting initial experience, you find yourself thinking about it at weird, random times, at the oddest moments? And though you thought you didn't LIKE the salty licorice after that first, weird, bad experience, you CRAVE some more, and then...you find that though you don't LOVE IT, by any means, you sort of can't get enough of it?
Shashi = Salty Licorice. Perfect analogy.