The Story So Far …

Water roughly corresponding to one week has flown under the bridge leaving the chief protagonist of this life story a tad bit weathered, somewhat humbled and on the whole wiser.

This has been due to several reasons primary among them being the fact that the second attempt at cheese omlette didn’t quite attain the dizzy heights of success attained by the former; and … I watched Kriish .. or maybe it was Krrish .. whatever, I think you get the general idea. The point to be noted is that I live to tell the tale.Put in a single line I think Krish is the soul of an ekta kapoor serial bahu put into the body of a superhero with semi – phenomenal, almost cosmic superpowers. Armed with trench coat, flimsy mask (which also doubles up as complete disguise, almost like the 70’s Hindi movie beard used by the hero for undercover operations in the Loin’s dens with blinking red and blue lights), inane smile and the occasional tear (I’m the sensitive matrosexual man, I’m not ashamed of my tears), Kreesh sets about giving super-heroism a male BTM (Behenji Turned Mod for the uninitiated) spin. Move over Major Glory, Krishh is here.
Oh by the way there is also Priyanka Chopra, who in a flash of genius was referred to by Bawa as pareto-hot; for any MBA’s reading this, so called because “she is much hotter than what she was earlier”, the non-MBA’s can read this and just go die. There is also Rekha playing granma; somehow she reminds me of class 4 concerts at James’ where the fattest guy was always picked upon to play the granma role complete with rimless specs and studied old agey voice.

To sum it all up and give my high value added inputs, I’d suggest you stick to the Pepsi ads, Priyanka looks much better, there’s no Krish or granma, it gets over much quicker and … (dramatic pause) ... there’s Kareena … phew.