Why The name Captain Jack Sparrow?

I saw only the first of the Captain Jack Sparrow movies and to me, Capt. Sparrow is the ultimate epitome of guile, cunning, self centre-ism and opportunism. In short, all of the qualities that sometimes i wish i possesed but do not. As the lines from the famous Raj Kapoor starring song go," Sab kuch seekha humne, na seekhi hoshiari, ye sach hai duniya walo ki hum hain anaari"! Yes, sometimes, when i have the misfortune to be taken in by smooth talking hustlers(like the time when a supposed old, old friend conned me out of a lion's share of my savings- hear hear Mr. Allan Cheema- con artist) or by pushy sales persons, i do wish i was a hustler myself. As science has demonstrated, opposites attract and i guess there is a part of me at a subconscious level, who wants to be a modern day Captain Jack Sparrow- the ultimate hustler, the supreme opportunist without an ounce of scruples, the rascal we all love and adore. Everything about Jack Sparrow is so larger-than-life, so exaggerated that it has almost become a signature style. Those raised eyebrows, the sly smile, the brash grin, that pirate's strut, the drawl- everything is memorable and magnetic. Like the runt who wants to have a physique like Charles Atlas, I am waiting for my transformation from a simpleton into a big, bad, evil, macho, rakish and devilish and unconventially handsome Captain Jack Sparrow!

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Maj. Atul Ghildiyal. Friend, Husband, Son, Father-to-be, Martyr.

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Those were such happy times and not so long away, how i wonder where they've gone.......

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The 'G' Coupe

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