Ahh Men, Amen!

There are matters of the mind. Then there are matters of the heart. But most importantly, there are matters of the hormones. This post is a direct result of the third kind.

I love men.




As much as I’m ooh-la-la-ing while the likes of Travolta, Willis, Pitt and Depp (sigh!) strut their stuff around on the Hollywood screen, I’m attracted more towards the men of the Indian sub-continent. Personally, I’m not a big fan of the white skinned. They’re all quite bland, just like their food. I like my men like my chocolate – brown and rich. There are a few other ways I like my men like my chocolate, but I’ll leave that to the marvelous thing we call ‘the human imagination’. (Johnny Depp sure knows how to remain desirable, first with “Chocolat” and now with “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory”. Yum.)

Even amongst chocolaty men, my hormones have their biases. Muslim men. It’s probably not the right time globally to say things like that but hormones know no sense. It’s been evident in Bollywood for quite a few years now, what with the Khans having overtaken the industry – Aamir, Shah Rukh, Salman, Saif, and now Zayed. Our Hritiks and Abhisheks are a recent discovery. My current Bollywood Muslim heartthrob is Emraan Hashmi. Ever since I saw him half-naked in the “Bheegey Hont” video, I’ve been… err… thinking… yeah, thinking about him. Gorgeous, gorgeous man.

Speaking of Muslim men, I have a confession to make. I think Pakistani men are HOT. I won’t get into the details of how hot I think they are because that could cause me to be ripped off my Indian passport. Let’s just say that they make me do things; things that can only be explained with the phrase “Damn those hormones.” One man who had control over my hormones for a long, long time was Shoaib Akhtar. With his pace, those fiery eyes and that really long run up that made his ultra-silky hair bounce up and down, I was a goner. (Quick Trivia: I was heart-broken when Akhtar turned down the offer to play the lead role in Mahesh Bhatt’s latest venture “Gangster”!)

However, no matter how hard this may be to believe, even hormones know loyalty. There will always be that one man who is capable of making you shun all men throwing themselves at you, albeit all at once. Ooh, now there’s a delightful image. Anyway, before I get carried away, as is the case with every delectable man, he falls under one of the two heart-breaking categories. And I’ve yet to be attracted to a gay man.

He’s married. He’s got a beautiful wife. He’s the father of two kids. He’s the object of my obsessive affection. Unfortunately for me, he’s Arjun Rampal.