It would be decidedly inappropriate to gather up all the pictures just at the moment, since I'm at work and all, so in the meantime, please join Michael and me in fêting our favorite Bollywood boy. Acting-wise, he has never let us down, even when material and peers around him stink. He wears his pleather and hip-hop ensembles with a knowing, barely-perceptible tongue in cheek. He smiles without mugging. He's funny without mania. He arm-flings without flailing. All that and coming through the bubble song with his dignity in tact. I don't know how he does it.