The bewilderingly, but catchily, titled Pyaar Ka Punchnama and Sonu Ki Titu Ki Sweety have a common centre of attraction in the pleasing form of Ishita Raj Sharma. The girl apparently couldn’t resist the “call” of the beach (a tenaciously acquired taste, we think), so she posed in a black bikini top, pale jeans and a red, classic revolutionary cap, happily musing some point of importance. Doesn’t answering the call of the yellow sands demand a briefer attire southwards, you’re thinking? Maybe you’d see the finished appearance in her next movie, Wild Wild Punjab. No beach there? Doesn’t matter; an item song might transport Ishita to Acapulco.
Two runs to win off two balls…and victory was sealed with a six. Some high jinks was in order, especially since he had just broken a losing streak. So, Rajasthan Royals’ Riyan Parag struck a pose, then twisted around on a small axis, arms akimbo, then one behind his head—the signature moves of the traditional Bihu dance of his home state. SRH bowler Khaleel Ahmed despairingly followed the ball to the stands; the millions watching TV had eyes only for the handsome 19-year-old. Riyan’s sporting genes are easily tracked: dad Parag Das played Ranji for Assam; mom Mithoo Baruah is a former national record-holding swimmer. The dance moves then? That’s part of a deeper inheritance.
“Eeeeee-gah,” lowed isolated pockets amongst the few hundreds allowed at French Open matches. Iga Swiatek, tennis’s new, 19-year-old wunderkind, took heart and scythed through seven higher-ranked opponents, as if they were a snack at lunchbreak in the high school she recently left, to win the women’s crown. Simona Halep and Marketa Vondrousova were dispatched swiftly; Sofia Kenin, the current Australian Open champ, was swept away in the final. A raft of records paid Iga obeisance: the first grand slam win for a Pole; the first teen to win since Iva Majoli in 1997; the lowest ranked woman to win…. Does the customary listening of Guns N’ Roses’s Welcome To The Jungle before matches inspire such nerveless play? Search your answers in that sweetest of smiles.
Distractions come in various guises—that pizza in the refrigerator, the call of gossip, or the lure of hours-guzzling cricket matches. The most dangerous of these are the sirens of the digital world—lost in their unending appeal, as every man knows, time disappears in a black hole. From all available information, Alexis Ren’s beckoning can’t be resisted—a body toned to tanned perfection under the Californian sun, cover star for Maxim (2017), Sports Illustrated ‘rookie of the year’ (2018), 11.2 mn Instagram followers, goddess incarnate for bikini makers, appraisers and lovers of exotic beaches. Look at how the peeping sun frames her petite voluptuosity. Tell us, do we exaggerate?