The Cheap King

When Madame Tussauds welcomed SRK, a.k.a the King of Bollywood, into the elite company, I was disappointed. His contribution to the world of cinema though noteworthy, has been monotonous in nature. Leaving out some movies like Darr or Chak De, he has been able to don one character only, that of a chocolate guy. I am not judging his talent, simply implying that his talent, like him, is old. Why do I think so lowly of Shah Rukh? It all started with a show back home. A group of Bollywood superstars, including Shah Rukh, came to town to perform a show. During the act, Shah Rukh called a lady from the audience and told her that he would do the same thing to her, which he did to Aishwarya Rai in the movie Josh. Nodding in agreement, she waited, anticipating a dance or so with the King of Khans. And what did the king do? He spat a gulp of water on her face. Shocked and humiliated, the lady walked off the stage. Even though the crowd laughed and the show carried on, the mental image of the cheap king disgusted me henceforth. Oh and why is it that he delivers movies which are blockbuster hits? It is sheer marketing. Behind the humble looking king is actually a sly-cheap-fagging human, who cares only about his own existence. My name is R@DeN, and I am not a SRK fan.