Hullo. Meet Rupinder Pal Singh. He's 25 years old, and is at the Rio Olympics right now, playing field hockey for India...
And, as an added bonus, he looks like this.
Rupinder is very, very good at what he does (hence finding himself at the Olympics) and we should applaud him.
But while we're at it, there would be no harm, I think, in also applauding this face. 😍 🔥 😍 🔥
We're long overdue a national heartthrob.
There's a Dravid-shaped hole in our collective cultural fabric and Rupinder is the top candidate to fill it. I mean, look:
Look at this grin-and-hairband combo that just seems unfair.
Look at this dehydrating workout 'gram and tell me you don't suddenly intend to watch every hockey match India ever plays.
I'll present all the evidence. You develop the crush.
Here he is on the field, where he dominates for our men's team, and also sweats so perfectly into his jersey that his abs LITERALLY SHOW THROUGH IT.
Here he is, flashing some world class dimples in his crew of world class athletes.
Here he is with a SMOL PUPPER, already demonstrating perfect heartthrob behaviour.
And here's a photoshoot we should all be grateful for.
National sport, national heartthrob, it all works out.
He plays for us on the field, we sweat inexplicably watching from home. 🏆 🏆 🏆
*wistfully imagines being a hockey stick*
*creates an elaborate fantasy in which Rupinder runs to the crowds to find me, his girlfriend of several years, to high-five and share meaningful eye contact after each goal*
Sorry.
Please help me grant this man the manic and widespread adoration that he is due.
