Warnings: Due to certain rules in IF regarding profanities, a certain word has been replaced, and the replaced word has been used rather extensively. (Hopefully, my mature friends would be able to identify and those who are unable to, well, I am using the other word for your sake only.)
This is more or less a reaction post.
Hm, I think that will do. Don't say you weren't warned.
Another weekend arrived. Like every Saturday, I left all the work I was supposed to do and literally, sprinted into the other room. Like every Saturday, I perched myself adroitly in front of the idiot box, excited and anxious about the last week's precap.
And the show started...
Truck ramming into Arjun's car... his car falling into a ditch... and finally, catching fire as a glimpse of his right hand is shown.
Instantly, I am flooded with a maelstrom of emotions. Aggravation. Concern. Fear. CONFUSION.
Then the next five minutes are droned with ARJUN. ARJUN. ARJUN. National outcry and justice and blah blah blah.
While upto that point, I am quite intrigued.
And then,
FOR THE NEXT FUDGING 40 MINUTES, I UNDERGO FUDGING SHEER TORTURE.
Behold, Meenamma, oops, Inspector Meenakshi. With her stern face and poor mimicry of Arjun's aloofness.
For a moment, I thought she was his 'bichhdi, kumbh ke mele me choothi' sister.
NAH...
And while I was in the process of scrutinizing Miss Hitler, strode along another nincompoop.
Raju.
Wait... that was not right.
Oh yeah, RAGHU, with his vast arsenal of lame, PJ jokes and absolutely shitty goofiness.
Fudge. And more fudge.
By the way, he seemed to be Sakshi's brother. Or maybe it was just me.
Anyway.
Thereafter, the investigation into our Supercop's death is started.
Our 'madam' talks with an eye witness and her partner clicks pictures.
She talks with another eyewitness. And her partner continues clicking pictures.
I thought. "Maybe he likes photography a lot. And never really got a chance to show his innate skills."
(Though later, I realize my mistake.)
Moving on...
Save for the last few minutes and the time Arjun was shown in the hospital bed, I literally dozed off a little.
The whole bickering, shooting and saving Miss Hitler's life was...
FUDGING. BORINGGG.
I mean, c'mon. Are cops really that immature??? An ACP is dead and there is no fudging hint of seriousness on that Raju's face? What the fudge is wrong with the CVs?
I think they need to follow some Western Crime shows, if only for inspiration. (Actually, they did. They actually copied an episode of BBC's Sherlock.)
Or maybe, they need to be taught the concept of 'Realism'.
FUDGING HELL.
As a consequence, for the entirety of the episode I whined, sulked, abused, criticized. You get the idea. Hopefully.
Let's not even start with the bloopers... WHAT. THE. FUDGE. Yep.
Oh, another thing. Was it just me or the lady cop had the same fudging expression throughout??? Like she had constipation. Reminds me of KStew.
Another another thing. When the goofy cop blabbered about his brilliance. (Which was Arjun's actually) I yawned. And again, and again.
Finally. Fudging finally came ARJUN RAUTE. The super cop. The smartest cop, The reason I watch this show. Him and his fudging perfect dialogue, attitude, shirts... While I was seething with anger for most of the episode, once he came, my anger subsided and a dreamy grin spread on my face. (It's a different story that my parents gave me suspicious glance.)
All in all, today's episode achieved two things:
1) A whole new level of mediocrity.
2) a whole new level of my affection for Raute/Shaleen.
fin.
PS As most of my posts, this one is meant for fun purpose as well. No intention of hurting anyone. And my attack was only on the characters, loosely scripted plot, and NOT the actors. I have seen them in other shows and liked them as well. So, no offence there.
