It’s hard to imagine your childhood hero not around anymore.
Like many, I grew up watching all the 007 movies, nestled on my dad’s lap as he sipped his drink. My dad would have watched his movies a hundred times at the least – on TV, tapes, CDs and recently, on all these new streaming portals. I do speak for my dad when I say, “We all somehow magically wished to be the secret agent BOND…JAMES BOND”. And yesterday, when the news broke out that Roger Moore had passed away, my dad called me and said, “The original bond is no Moore”. It wasn’t the word play that took me by surprise, it was what he said after. He said, “Who will I look upto now?”. I then realized the impact that Roger Moore had on my father and millions of men and women from his generation.
At this age, my father still looked upto the gentleman to provide him with hope and energy.
He was not just a stylish, cool gentleman with a Golden Gun who wowed the ladies. He was a cult figure and the character he played in those seven movies only made him and James Bond a timeless, limitless persona for generations across. Everybody wanted to emulate him and my dad too was one of them.
For many Indians, he probably had a deeper connect, especially because of Octopussy which also featured a handful of Indians chasing or being chased across Indian locations like Udaipur’s Lake Pichola, the Monsoon Palace…. He truly had come home.
So late last night, just like good old times, we sat on our recliners and watched a couple of his movies. My dad still had the childish twinkle in his eyes as we poured a drink and reminisced each and every scene as it played out. It was then I realized, that over the years, I truly and always had bonded over Bond with my Bond – my father.
Thank you Sir Roger Moore – the most stylish Bond ever.