A very Lactose intolerant Paro drinks full fat cow milk. The poor woman complains of diarrhea and vomiting but Major sa is hell bent on Milk for Alcohol Exchange program. That is the Chandangarh AA 12 step program - to quit drinking, make your spouse drink milk.
If you guys had a shred of doubt what was shown was comedy, the makers took pains to underline the scenes with comedic music because that's what we do after hate marriage - comedy. I laughed hard, because at this point i am simply glad they are in the same room and contrived or not, they'd have accidental anterior and posterior brushes, which makes for great viewing. *rubs hands*
Even the country mouse is now upset at the cobwebs collecting on Paro's virginity. The never-seen-before migratory mice, having never troubled Paro before, decide that tonite's the night for the neighborhood block party. Their mission - give the girl that extra push to get her shapely tush on the bed. Moonchiya is passed out on the bed, like a good bachelor worth his salt, completely hogging the blanket and space, and the better side of the bed. What alcohol didn't do, Paro's accidental dropping of his head completed. That dashed any hopes of accidental drunken consumashuns. *sigh*
The RR cameraman is very naughty, hain! He gets himself wedged with a royal wedgie, because he lands himself in weird places and angles, such as behind the headboard of a bed, under the wardrobe, inside havan kund, under Mythili's ghaghra, behind Kakusa's dhoti etc. The newly wed couple wakes up and I am so relieved to know that Moonchiya remembers all his 8 vows, especially the one he made to make Paro moan and scream. No Saxamnesia for our dude.
Now, he gets busy staking his spousal claims on Paro by demanding what a husband has every right to demand of his wife...not sex but a hot cup of chai. Ek pyali pyali chai made by pyari pyari patni. Pathi paremeswar aisa poochay tho mein chai kya i will dance in front of any kutton, kameenon on broken dance bottles even if Veeru drinks all their blood.
Sumer updates his LinkedIn profile to "Papparazzi" as his latest occupation. Next thing, he will outfit webcam in Moonchiya's room and live stream all the hot, and happening events to Chandangarh's local video parlor. Given how Chandangarh is not counted as TRP audience, the denizens can watch any crap they want and see if I care.
I do have a brickbat - Major sa has been in the same underwear banian for two days straight now. Those jeans need washing too, and I am so glad Paro is here to be his Dhobi (Laundromat).
Moonchiya cannot stand blood. Paro baisa should mix red food coloring into her tears to get the man in a tizzy.
I gave the requisite "awww" for the tender moments. I say Rudra Banna, Sadda haq, Aithe Rakh and go for it.
For the next one month I will live on the hopes of what these lips can do.
*whistles, oh Zara, zara, touch me, touch me, touch me
oh zara, zara, hold me, hold me, hold me,
oh zara, zara, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me,
oh zara, zara ooo, ooo (censored)*