Tears. A brilliant ploy. It’s also the latest (not-so-much) in thing in Mod India today.This is the one place where complete OTT (over the top) expressions of grief are considered a norm.
It’s downright embarrassing to us emotionally impaired types. Not that we’re hard hearted or anything, but in a billion plus population of moist weepy people, there’s a few thousand of us, shuffling our feet looking at our toes.
What brought on this rant is twofold.
My mom refusing to give me the remote. I wanted to watch a nice intelligent English movie (starring Brad Pitt who ages backward!)
But oh no! Apparently one of Ekta Kapur’s [Ed:- Queen bee producer of Indian Daytime Soap opera] K [Ed:- Most of today’s Indian television soaps start with the initial K, which has its uses in numerology and astrology] saga’s was about to take a dramatic turn.
Marie: “But ma, doesn’t it always end dramatically?”
Marie’s ma: “Just let me watch ok, the lead lady’s husband was run over by a truck the last time.”
Marie: “But didn’t he die like, months ago?”
Maries Ma: “No, it turns out he didn’t die, he was missing, and it was someone else’s body they found.”
Marie :< Rolls eyes> “Whatever”.
Unable to watch the movie, starring the man of my dreams. I called up a couple of my Buds. BIG mistake.
I got dragged to this Salman Khan – Ajay Devgan starrer. “London Dreams”.Boy, what a tear-jerker! I mean 2 grown men (well-muscled and mean) crying all over the place. And that’s not all.
We’re not satisfied with keeping in the house (so-to-speak), we’re so proud of our senti-mentality, we’re taking it global.Don’t believe me, watch London Dreams if you dare. The Bad boy versus good boy culminates on centre stage of the world famous Wembley stadium, and mid-concert no less.
I know whose laughing all the way to the bank. Its all the obscure hanky (handkerchief) manufacturing companies.[Ed:- Tissue papers are considered a waste of money in India, seemingly environmental friendly, the use of handkerchiefs is widespread].