"If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch"
-If by Rudyard Kipling
This is a picture that holds mirror to one of the most famous poems of all time. This is the 'Man' Kipling had in mind when he wrote his most recognised work.
It is a priceless gem for it definitively has Arun caught with his pants down. Show this to all those female friends of his who consider him the epitome of decency, the person in whom gallantry takes its last bow and the last ever of the knights of a civilization gone with the wind. The truth is out in vivid colours.
If they say a picture is worth a thousand words, a thousand words become of this picture. Observe the picture closely. The formal clothing with a parker pen in the front pocket to boot, the crease on his immaculately pressed Blackberrys trouser, the leather strapped watch - then to such supreme class see the local touch; folded sleeves that are the mark of the proletariat and feeling completely at home on the cold hard floor - what a heady cocktail it makes. A reckless and naughty smile on Arun’s lips and a mad gleam in his eye, raising the empty glass to toast. The empty beer bottle beside him finishes the fine artistic touch to the picture. Arun, throbbing with life from every inebriated pore. Don’t miss the tame glass of water lying at a distance with fear writ all over it - fear that Arun could abuse it belligerently at any moment for holding merely water in it.
I see huge hoardings advertising a particular brand alcohol (of course, as soda or golf accessories or something else to that effect) shouting out "Alexander: something something. In you he lives" and "Napoleon Bonaparte: something something something. In you he lives". This picture, my friends, stands head and shoulders above those adverts.
Arun appeared once on this website here.
