When I am done salivating over Ms Balan’s lovely saree(s) and houseful of curios, I wonder if chikan embroidery found a place in her or her mother’s (played by the fabulous Arundhati Nag) wardrobe. Living in Lucknow, you just cannot escape the grace of the delicate lines of jali, taipchi, bakhi or murri on cotton and chiffon. Ask me!
I also noticed in a blink and it is gone moment that the number plate on Dr. Vidya’s car was not embossed with the usual UP 32 but UP71 (needs to be checked). That was a blooper unless Ms Balan bought the car outside Lucknow.
Another contradiction that had my stiletto thin brow furrowed in thought was if Balan was studying in Oxford, why was her mother feeding and cooing over her at the family home in Lucknow? If Oxford was not running a long distance programme and Balan did apply to King George Medical College then I am surprised by the taken for granted “acceptance”, Ms Balan and her son get in the absence of the round and round thing. When did the Lucknow samaaj with a heart, as creepy and crawly as the stinky Gomti get so accommodating? I would have appreciated if Balan’s struggle to get social acceptance had been better documented than "bachhe ko akele paalne se aurat ka dil sakht ho jaata hai". Phew! Please remember that according to grapevine even the fiery Behenji has kept her progeny hidden somewhere.
And how could I not comment on Mr Bachhan (Jr) who flies in and out a la Rahul Gandhi. And you better watch out! Saying condom on camera is mocking the evolved pedigree of UP politicians when it comes to sex. Our dear leaders -whether the octogenarian sweating it out in a foursome down south or another one who had to give out a supaari after he forgot to use condom-are light years ahead of Amol Arte.
That said, I did like Auro and the man behind the character despite the feel good treatment his character was given. There is sensitivity and attitude to life that can only come with pain and isolation.
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