A lady appears wearing a Kanjeevaram silk saree straight out of bed in the morning. She looks at the visitor who rang the bell. Ma-in-law, sister-in-law, are listening in. It is not considered to be rude to listen in to private conversations.
The lady-in-Kanjeevaram (LIK here onwards) looks at the visitor and gasps, (translated into English) "...you, I thought you were dead."
The visitor looks at the LIK and freezes, " ..You mean.."
LIK: "Yes, I got married again. Why have you come here now?"
SIL and MIL (out of sight) begin to smirk with an expression that says, "I knew it. This holier-than-thou bahu had a secret..wait until my son/brother gets back.."
The frozen guy unfreezes, and gives a sacrificial lamb's expression, and says, "I will never want you unhappy", and then freezes his expression again, and walks out.
The LIK turns around, only to find the smirking in-laws coming out of their positions behind the respective walls. (it is very important to have sets with walls, crevices and corners in a desi serial). They all look at one another, about four times....
Episode ends tantalisingly, and you wait for the next one eagerly..
The lady-in-Kanjeevaram (LIK here onwards) looks at the visitor and gasps, (translated into English) "...you, I thought you were dead."
The visitor looks at the LIK and freezes, " ..You mean.."
LIK: "Yes, I got married again. Why have you come here now?"
SIL and MIL (out of sight) begin to smirk with an expression that says, "I knew it. This holier-than-thou bahu had a secret..wait until my son/brother gets back.."
The frozen guy unfreezes, and gives a sacrificial lamb's expression, and says, "I will never want you unhappy", and then freezes his expression again, and walks out.
The LIK turns around, only to find the smirking in-laws coming out of their positions behind the respective walls. (it is very important to have sets with walls, crevices and corners in a desi serial). They all look at one another, about four times....
Episode ends tantalisingly, and you wait for the next one eagerly..
4 comments:
Ha ha ha. Good one Sir :)
A tear or two streaking down those well made up cheeks, a pained expression carrying the pain of all the centuries and a huge dollop of victimhood will have us all craving for more...after all its shudh desi. Jai ho.
Askance is a style that comes to mind. The said ILs always seem to speak to the speakee at an angle that is unnatural for any sane human to take. I have observed this behavior from the days of Dhritarashtra, Kunti et al..
I am happy to note that you have done serious research on this genre, an important one to half of India's population. Ekta ki jai!
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