"अमिताभ बच्चन साहब ने कहा है की जिसकी बीवी मोटी उसका भी बड़ा नाम है। लेकिन अब मैं कहता हूँ की पति भी तोह कईं तरह के आते हैं। मोटे, लंबे, पतले, काले, गोरे। अब पतले पति के साथ बीवी नहीं सो सकती, क्यूंकि उनके बीच में दूसरे औरत के लिए जगह है! और मोटे पति के साथ सोने में यही डर रहता है की कहीं करवट में पतनी न दब जाए! इसलिए, पतनी किसी भी किस्म की हो सकती है, लेकिन पति न ज्यादा पतला, न ज्यादा मोटा होना चाहिए, नहीं तो उसकी पतनी उसके साथ सोएगी ही नहीं!"
Funny.
When the Indian aspiring intelligentsia demanded a repreive from the much criticised (but much watched, nonetheless) 'k serial syndrome', they should probably have suggested alternative replacements. Because what we're now stuck with as a substitute for the melodramatic exemplars of bad plot, abysmal dialogue and even worse acting that had usurped small screen prime time, is a compulsive series of shows that 'guarantee to make you laugh'. "अलग किस्म के पति", I ask you. The only thing worse than the relentless sessions of one crass 'comic' after another is Navjot Siddhu's exaggerated appreciation of each pathetic effort. It is almost tragic to watch his apparently genuine delight that is inexplicably compounded with each successive 'joke' about women in general, neighbour's wives in particular and the occassional quip about Siddhu or his fellow judge on one particular show, Mandira Bedi, who is comparatively more reticent, (which is not saying much) but nevertheless attempts to sometimes transmute her painful smile to a forced laugh. There seems to be an absolute glut of aspiring comedians who are clearly under the unfortunate impression that contorting their features into what I suppose they think are exaggerated emotive expressions, or making outrageous noises that at best can be described as symptomatic of a borderline personality disorder or possibly therimorphism, or cracking sexually suggestive ..ahem.. 'jokes', (for want of a better word), is funny. And whats worse, they're obviously not the only ones who think so, judging from their frighteningly escalating numbers evident in the increased frequency with which they are putting in an appearance on almost every local television channel from 6 to 10 on weekday evenings, inducing even the most commited couch potatoes to determinedly swear off the idiot box until this nonsense ceases
I quote a song from the advertisement of one of the shows in question -
"Mango ke pedh mein papita - possible! Ghar mein paltu cheetah - possible! Ramu ki dasvi Sholay - possible! Koi hasna bhoole? Impossible!!"
huh? i mean..Is this some kind of joke?
Oh, wait..it is.
