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When I was a kid, Eid was a huge thing for us Dhaka people--not the morning prayers, afternoon friend-fest, evening pig-out sessions that it is now. It used to be a family event, and by family I mean seriously extended family. 100 plus people who shared a bare drop of blood with you, under one roof. We younger ones were trapped, essentially, into forced rishtas for that day.
The parents chose a location that was central (never their own houses, but some senior relative's place) and all the mommies and daddies got all decked up and dragged every kid--even the sullen teenagers and young adults--- to that one senior aunty/uncle's house. There all day, you were trapped, being polite to cousins you last saw---LAST Eid. And it was... okay. Not as bad as you thought it would be, not as boring as you thought it would be on the way over, as you whined in the car.
True--you kept waiting for the cousins who you were close to to FINALLY show up, as you kept company with lesser known cousins. I mean, you knew these people , of course, You knew which school they went to, who they were secretly dating, who they had crushes on and general life stuff. They were family, after all, you heard things, here and there. Curiosity kept you in the loop. But they werent...YOUR people, no matter how many times your mom told you how close she was with Pammi Aunty growing up, it did not make her daughter Dimple your best friend. It just didn't.
And so, the day would wind on, you being polite, these less known cousins being nice, and you'd end up thinking--these aren't bad people yaar, maybe I should give them a call one of these days, ask them to a concert or a party or something, get to know them better. And then the "real" cousins would show up and you'd scamper off, muttering curses at these assholes under your breath for being so late, but truly glad to get a break from all the polite bullshit. And Dimple could go to hell, and you'd resent your mom AND Pammi Aunty for just not getting it--you already HAD your people, and you weren't going to change your posse because of them nagging at you.
Well, Colors, you just did that to me, to a grown woman who does not like being made to sit on a couch and be polite to a show she knows, but doesn't really want to KNOW. I appreciate exactly what happened today. You took me, a Rangrasiya fan, and sat me down next to "her", a Beintehaan fan. We (ADULTS) smiled at each other, politely sharing our time. You were standing over us, giving us sweets now and then...one for me, one for her... and telling us in that parental, serious mommy+daddy voice...now you two, see how much you have in common? You both belong to the same family, different branches! Wont it be nice for you to get along, and watch both shows, and double our revenue...umm...family unity? Now be good bacchas and as a reward I'll give you two minutes of Parud and then two minutes of Alya/Zain.
I didn't hate the episode. There was development for RR, with the Major's hand, which is why I watched it, and I loved the Paro and the ocean scenes--beautifully shot, and very much angsty future flashback material. I can say I even liked the Zain/Rudra bits, though I found Aliya's smile incredibly..well..I should remember, today was Eid Day and be polite. I liked the couple. I wish them well.
But Colors, I am not a child, and I am not going to double your audience for the show I don't follow (but which, like a cousin, I know something about). Please remember, I am an adult, and I don't like being offered such obvious cross-overs in the name of channel promotion, or such blatant pushing towards people/serials I'm just not feeling close to. Had I been planning on watching the Zain/Aliya show, you've pissed me off enough that I wont bother even you-tubing their scenes now.
Still, the big Eid comes once a year, so ek bar yeh kaam kiya, maaf kiya. But you do not get to pull these on me more than once a year, okay? Next time.. do a proper damn Maha Episode and give me what I want..and give the BI people what they probably want, too...THEIR OWN TIME, with their own couple, in their own damn house/space/story-line. They already have their own posse. And it ain't me. I have my people too. Thanks.
The parents chose a location that was central (never their own houses, but some senior relative's place) and all the mommies and daddies got all decked up and dragged every kid--even the sullen teenagers and young adults--- to that one senior aunty/uncle's house. There all day, you were trapped, being polite to cousins you last saw---LAST Eid. And it was... okay. Not as bad as you thought it would be, not as boring as you thought it would be on the way over, as you whined in the car.
True--you kept waiting for the cousins who you were close to to FINALLY show up, as you kept company with lesser known cousins. I mean, you knew these people , of course, You knew which school they went to, who they were secretly dating, who they had crushes on and general life stuff. They were family, after all, you heard things, here and there. Curiosity kept you in the loop. But they werent...YOUR people, no matter how many times your mom told you how close she was with Pammi Aunty growing up, it did not make her daughter Dimple your best friend. It just didn't.
And so, the day would wind on, you being polite, these less known cousins being nice, and you'd end up thinking--these aren't bad people yaar, maybe I should give them a call one of these days, ask them to a concert or a party or something, get to know them better. And then the "real" cousins would show up and you'd scamper off, muttering curses at these assholes under your breath for being so late, but truly glad to get a break from all the polite bullshit. And Dimple could go to hell, and you'd resent your mom AND Pammi Aunty for just not getting it--you already HAD your people, and you weren't going to change your posse because of them nagging at you.
Well, Colors, you just did that to me, to a grown woman who does not like being made to sit on a couch and be polite to a show she knows, but doesn't really want to KNOW. I appreciate exactly what happened today. You took me, a Rangrasiya fan, and sat me down next to "her", a Beintehaan fan. We (ADULTS) smiled at each other, politely sharing our time. You were standing over us, giving us sweets now and then...one for me, one for her... and telling us in that parental, serious mommy+daddy voice...now you two, see how much you have in common? You both belong to the same family, different branches! Wont it be nice for you to get along, and watch both shows, and double our revenue...umm...family unity? Now be good bacchas and as a reward I'll give you two minutes of Parud and then two minutes of Alya/Zain.
I didn't hate the episode. There was development for RR, with the Major's hand, which is why I watched it, and I loved the Paro and the ocean scenes--beautifully shot, and very much angsty future flashback material. I can say I even liked the Zain/Rudra bits, though I found Aliya's smile incredibly..well..I should remember, today was Eid Day and be polite. I liked the couple. I wish them well.
But Colors, I am not a child, and I am not going to double your audience for the show I don't follow (but which, like a cousin, I know something about). Please remember, I am an adult, and I don't like being offered such obvious cross-overs in the name of channel promotion, or such blatant pushing towards people/serials I'm just not feeling close to. Had I been planning on watching the Zain/Aliya show, you've pissed me off enough that I wont bother even you-tubing their scenes now.
Still, the big Eid comes once a year, so ek bar yeh kaam kiya, maaf kiya. But you do not get to pull these on me more than once a year, okay? Next time.. do a proper damn Maha Episode and give me what I want..and give the BI people what they probably want, too...THEIR OWN TIME, with their own couple, in their own damn house/space/story-line. They already have their own posse. And it ain't me. I have my people too. Thanks.
