This awakened desi:
- cheers for Khushi's presence of mind and then watches helplessly as she engages in a sabzi wala pitai; lost as to what the appropriate reaction should be, I laugh and say, "W*F?!", followed by, "Where's NK and his 'dola shola'?"- discovers that a driver's licence can be obtained without knowing how to actually drive. Jai Hind.- sees the epic fail of a fictional representation of the media and just cringes.- waits for the torture of K's nationalist pride to subside, while face-palming throughout her speech.- cannot believe that the eyewitness (i.e. NK) is being told to go home, while hero wala patidev goes in search of his patni "because he's in the area." What?- hears the name Aarav and thinks "*facepalm*."- sees the dishevelled tycoon and the jhalli wife's recycled clothing and thinks, "This is supposed to be the hot power couple?"- knows very well that watching (Indian) soaps is the greatest exercise in patience and acceptance of logic-defying feats, yet continues to watch this show obsessively, in spite of being well aware of the fact that a PhD in IPK will get me absolutely nowhere in life. The hope of a decent love story never dies.