Oestrogen-inducing grin, shaggy haircut, contagiously showbizish. Hippyleggy shake? He'll shake the bon-bon. You've just read the very vital stats of cricket's Item Number. Yeuw kinn caal him Brett Lee, mate... guitarist, watchmaker's model-cum-brand ambassador, and yes, part-time f-a-s-t @ 160 kmph+ ("and getting faster") bowler. Response?
"Shukriya, jaldi chalo" and two words in Hindi that your mom didn't teach you. He's rockin' let's roll. India? "Been here 15-16 times." "Bhangra music, butter chicken, sea food in Mumbai." Done that. Aussie girls hot. "Indian girls hotter, beautiful." Bollywood heroines? Hotter-er, beautiful-er. Preferences? "Preity Zinta, Kareena" and... "Tania Zaetta, our girl workin' here."
Uff, all that Indi jazz. Will that "piano and classical music-loving," "bass guitarist" from the band "Six and Out" strum some stuff, puhleez? "Lookin' good means feelin' good." It's all in the jeans. "Denims, stonewashed, flared, low-waisted, boot cut... I have this thing for jeans; got loads of 'em." This snipped, clipped, tucked, ethnic churidar flaunting frosty blond bonzer is glitzy paisa vasool.
And then some. "Colourful, fashionable, fit, fun-loving." That's him. So what the heck, Bollywood should beckon, right? "Yup, sure. I wanna act in a Bollywood movie." 'Tis an age when the poster-boy look is God and CK stands for Charm Kwotient as much as a label. Shukriya, Brett Lee. As long as you have the time with that watch you endorse, we Delhi-ings have the inclination, mate.