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Taimur is living a dream, our dream.
Taimur’s Ali Khan’s little gundaa vibe is genuinely quite adorable. He looks like he is ready to roll up his sleeves and smack the paparazzi one, if they cross the line. At the same time if they behave and manage to make him smile he will even send them a kiss or a wave before toddling off with his nanny into his grandma’s building.
Taimur represents our kid obsession. Yes india’s embarrassing kid obsession where we feel it is totally okay to crowd around a strangers’s kid, pick him up and pull his cheeks.
Just walk down south Chennai’s bustling middle class Tirunvanmiyur and you will see jumbo hoardings of the local kid whose birthday it is, where the birthday girl or boy is wearing their party dress, complete with kala teeka and photo-shopped roses.
Rich or not, we find our solace in the sight of happy-looking children and this kid whether he likes it or not is the collective solace of a nation that is more than anything else in desperate need of a distraction.
So Kareena and Saif posing with their Taimur is no different really from the family here. So what if the yatch is photo-shopped? It’s a picture of what we want. No money-worries, no traffic jam, no dusty walk to school bus, no family problems, no health issues. We see Taimur as childhood itself – joy, sun-kissed holidays, mama papa together and smiling, grandma’s house. The things we love.
Which is why the endless whir of the camera. Which is why the endless photos from sports day to birthday to holiday that we drink up like a tall glass of rose Falooda. Which is why even though he’s only two we’ve seen more pictures of him in two years that mere mortal celebs would have in the launch times!
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