You spend your whole life as an actor waiting for that call, and then it finally comes. “There is Bollywood on the phone for you.” Yes, readers, the dream has come true, Bollywood has called. At least when it comes to his performance in a RAPS near you. I jokingly put the idea out there, months and months ago.
So long ago actually, that I cannot be bothered to find and link that comment where I quipped about it. But would you believe it? Someone fell for it. I should’ve known, actually, because she who is now the owner of the Bollywood RAPS is well-known in the fandom as a professional dancer and belly dance instructor. Well, she prefers to be seen as a love-facilitator, but whatever she is and does, she is MsGigglepants aka Christine.
So, for a self-confessed lover of all things sparkly and colourful I set about designing a Bollywood shrine. Inspiration came very quickly and the RAPS was done in a matter of days – and then it languished for a looong time because Ms Gigglepants and I had a communication break-down :-D. However, with addresses finally exchanged, and packages crisscrossing the Atlantic, Bollywood RAPS is ready for the reveal.
That’s not Ms Gigglepants, holding her RAPS close and tight, but a lovely marionette that was brought back from India for me a few years ago… It had to go into my photo shoot.
An overabundance of sparklies was a must for this RAPS, as were the strong colours and a suitably turban-y image of RA. Thank Cod you can always rely on Sir Guy to provide the dramatics. Hey-ho, his little stint in Accra proved perfect.
And now for the personalised bit. MsGigglepants dances. So does RA. Supposedly he is “always the first on the dance-floor”. Yup, he said it himself. And so I looked for some evidence. Mhhhh, that Elvis pose is still quite delicious, I think. The prehistoric promo shoot for Cold Feet maybe not quite so much, but well, how *could* I *not* include that? Happy feet, indeed…
I keep saying that I want to see RA in a remake of Saturday Night Fever
before he gets too old. Well, I’ve given him the sparkly, tiled dance-floor to strut his stuff and to glower at Ms Gigglepants.
There. Maybe we should send picture evidence of this to the copyright holders of Saturday Night Fever. Convincing, if you ask me. The man doesn’t need a show reel. He’s got the moves, even in stills.
MsGigglepants wrote a post about receiving the Bollywood Shrine, here. Glad she likes it, and many thanks for the shipment of genuine Indian sparklies that you sent my way, Christine! They didn’t find their way into your RAPS, but someone else will probably get them 🙂