Will someone volunteer with biology lessons for the Thakur....he is already jumping with joy hoping to see his pota very soon, his babuwa has done the job and there can be no looking back, he can now see people bowing down to his decendants.....very funny scene but very ironical, standing at this juncture when India is being called the next big super power, we still value our male heir more than our female one, inspite of being one of the first country's to have a female prime minister....aaj ki do baatein....
1: Sudesh Berry take a bow man....I am in love with your dialogues but today when you danced shamelessly thinking that your boy has done 'it', it was too much...too crude, too irritating.....but you did it well and I loved it when you asked Shekhar to close his eyes while saying yes or no as he respects his mother, he might feel a wee bit shy, hai hai kya baap hai aap, kaha lagte hai western fathers, who I have heard hands over condoms to their sons as they attain puberty......Ranvijay was not happy to see his father happy but the reaction I want from Ranvijay is that he takes up the challenge to make his daughters equal to boys, if not more....
2: I guess the marks on Shekhar's body was done by himself to protect Laali's interest.....while he was thinking about Laali, Siddeshwari is still an enigma to me......inspite of everything she is too cool. I loved the thakurain and Shekhar's interaction.....yes nothing escapes a mother's eyes, she knows her Shekhar and is proud of him but then how will Shekhar face the Thakur later when the truth comes out...
Jate Jate.....though I thought Dai ma is some sort of rakhail or past rakhail (mistress) of the Thakur, I think it is not the case, the way he talks to her, not that he is talking well with his wife but ensures she is not around while he discusses personal things with his family....
Last but not the least.....as the thakurain said the walls of this haveli have no ears and the people staying here have no voice except the Thakur, I am waiting for the day when the hell breaks lose.....your thought friends, love Tin