One of the tenets that forms the core of my religion, and one, while not preaching, I do practice with considerable fervor, is that of giving credit where it's due ... so, if it hasn't already been pointed out, I'm taking the liberty of asking Mr. Chopra (for the buck must stop with the producer) to acknowledge that the genesis of this serial is owed to the 'Bridget Jones' Diary' movies as well as 'The Devil Wears Prada' (good thing these sorts of things aren't considered a copyright infringement) ...
So, we have the evil editor at the fashion magazine (Meryl Streep in Devil/Prada) with her retinue of hangers-on ... in comes the overweight feature editor Mahi (Renee Zelwegger as Bridget) hopelessly in lust with a kinda creepy Ishan Singh Ahluvalia (yes, that's supposed to be a 'v' not a 'w'; Hugh Grant) with a somewhat dysfunctional family ... daddy is rational (Jim Broadbent) and mummy is a tad neurotic (Bridget's mum whose name I don't recall) ... OK, so the narcissistic older sis and equally narcissisitic 'best friend' plus the gay designer friend is new - kudos! Then along comes the long-time family friend who eons ago found a home deeeeep in Mahi's long-term memory and has always had a thing for her (Colin Firth) ...
OK ... I have that off my chest ... now ... where I'd like to see you Mr. Chopra be truer to your predecessors is in the humor ... I find myself guffawing less with each new episode (and despite my age I find a lot of 'young' humor hilarious) ... please get your writers to maybe take another peek at those movies to dig up some real gems full of mirth ...