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Yudh, a TV series

Yudh reworked

Tu na thakega kabhi, Tu na thamega kabhi, Tu na mudega kabhi, Kar shapath! Kar shapath! Kar shapath! Agneepath! Agneepath! Agneepath!

Even at 71 years Mr. Bachchan is unstoppable. He continues to lead, to inspire. Amongst many firsts we will always remember him as the Superstar who brought glam to humble television. And he continues to do it.

Coming to Yudh, I have watched two episodes and am impressed with the way Mr. Bachchan has acted. There is a reason why some people transcend time and Mr. Bachchan is a living example of it. He is exceptional in his performance and connects with his audience to the T.

Anand (Zakir Hussain) plays a key role in the serial and does complete justice to the importance of the character. But this is where the good part ends.

First of all Sony, a channel struggling to make an impact with the audience fails to understand that people love uninterrupted flow of story. Breaks are a necessary evil, one gets that, coz the sponsor is pumping money for this but using the break to cross promote other shows? Lot of people might do it under various pretext but answer a simple question, I am eating Chinese and if someone tries to keep serving Sambar and idli how will you feel? Irritating is an understatement!

KK looks underutilised but then it’s too early to say that. Mr. Bachchan’s wife looks too young for him. If I have to give a reference point then it shall be from the movie Sarkar, Mr. Bachchan’s wife looked right age for the role.

Yudh is a real estate tycoon, and going by experience most real estate guys have wonderful offices. Unfortunately this fact has been ignored by the director. Yudh’s office is more like a make shift office and one can make it out. It lacks the largeness which goes with real estate guys.

The series depicts the story of Delhi, Gurgaon…wonder why such an important person like Yudh will not have basic security? It appears like anyone can reach him, anywhere. Too lame, once again no thinking involved on the part of director.

Yudh seems to be caught up with likes of  Commissioner and some other Government officers, anyone who is worth their salt in the construction business know that these guys are important but just pawns. All the strings are held by the ministers. And if I am sitting on the pinnacle of success then I definitely know how to move the Government machinery rather than getting bogged down by it. The script lacks planning and clearly falls short. A person like Yudh should have opponents worthy of a tussle. 

Direction is bad, I would have loved to use softer words but it won’t be right. My reader please allow me to share an example, in one of the scene, Yudh’s daughter is hospitalised. He comes across the girls “legal” dad. But then the legal dad gets a call and imagine what he does, he says excuse me and goes inside the patient’s room to take the call. How stupid is that! People are asked to limit the use of cell phones if they are visiting a hospital, not only the director ignores this, but goes on to show that the legal dad took the call by going inside the patient’s room. Amazing!!!

And what is with the imaginary character of the joker? It’s a borrowed concept from the West. If one had to show an imaginary character then it has to be something or someone who connects with India at an emotional level. A joker is not only frivolous but has no connect with the viewers.

People who tend to make serials with a difference should realise we are no longer isolated; people have a good experience of what is world class and Yudh falls short.


Posted in stories - fiction, thought provoking


CrossroadAt 28, Sonali moved from Kolkata to Mumbai. She had lost her job to recession and had nothing much to look forward to.

Her father Suprotim Roy, a retired Government officer and her mother Sharmila, were getting increasingly concerned about Sonali’s marriage and career.  Sonali was a shadow of her former self, from a smart outgoing convent educated girl to a depressed loner. Kolkata was bringing her nothing but more and more grief. First her boyfriend Michael left her to continue his adulterous lifestyle and then the loss of job. Both the incidents happened in quick succession and Sonali a “Generation X” girl, with a happy go lucky attitude found it difficult to carry on.

The Shift
Albeit reluctantly, her parents finally agreed to send Sonali to her friend Deboshish in Mumbai. This was the first time Sonali was moving out of her “quite” hometown; Mumbai was like a 10,000 watt electric dance floor which never goes off.

Although Deboshish worked with an advertising firm, he was much grounded. His equation in life was Mumbai = Money so let’s not waste time.He wanted to make enough money to go back to Kol and start something of his own. Sonali to him was a childhood friend; he took her around showing the city 5 Gardens, Rani Baug, Nehru Planetarium, Juhu Chaupati, Haji Ali, and Gateway of India finally they came to the queens necklace. The breeze got strong, as if to blow away the dark clouds surrounding Sonali, she was smiling again.

Sonali too got a job in an advertising firm and moved into a sharing apartment with her office friends. To her advertising industry was a giant sponge absorbing everything, nobody wanted to know about her background, her failed relationship, her age, income etc. It seemed her whole existence was refreshed, rules, limitations, inhibitions were shattered, after a very long time Sonali was free!

Experimentation with joy
Once in a blue moon she would run into Deboshish, her constant complain was people don’t hang on for long. They party and leave. Unsure of what she meant Deboshish would often avoid this line of conversation, but Sonali really wanted to talk; Deboshish didn’t have an option but to play along.

I have a guy in my life said Sonali, you always have, retorted Deboshish. No No this one is serious I think I will settle with him continued Sonali.

Aha.what’s his name? Smarty pants, Commando or Peter Pan (Sonali never mentioned the actual name of the boys in her life.

Friends call him Kelawala, I call him Mr. K. So on record this is your fourth guy in a year minus the mild flirtations asked Deb.

Don’t worry Deb said Sonali, I can take care of myself. My life is full of excitement and there is no reason I should stop.

Sonali’s life was a joyful song where each prose had a new character.

Being unwell
But things changed, they always do. Sonali could no longer go out for parties; she was missing office and was almost always unwell. Sore throat, headache and fever had replaced her previous companions. The doctors (yes more than one) would treat her for flu or viral infections. Over a couple of months Sonali’s immunity also dropped, this looked like a bad phase but then again this too will change.

Shock & Withdrawal
She had also applied for a medical insurance policy, which got rejected. Ah’ another thing not going my way thought Sonali but then this was serious. Her insurance was declined as she was HIV+ (yes they do all tests possible). Sonali could not believe this; no no no…this can’t be happening to me. It’s not true, it’s a bad dream, and maybe I am not awake. Her mind was sorting all the guys she had been with, who could it be; they all are very descent guys. Her head started to spin, she dropped on the floor

Weeks passed in a daze, rage had taken over the redness of tears. Sonali was at crossroads deciding which road to take. Her heart yearned for revenge but her mind was numb, there was no emotion but a sense of purpose (something she never had)…What should Sonali do? I leave Sonali in the good hands of you my reader, help her out with the choice she should make…