A new soap from Kalaji Films, starring Himesbhai, Rotika (a new discovery makes her TV debut), and supported by veteran character actors Kaalokh Nath, Kurupa Roy, Kader Khhhan, Aamras Puri, and the inimitable Pani Puri among a host of others.
Some of the characters:
Kaalokh Nath - Heroine's lachaar baap Haribhai. Retired school teacher who talks incessantly about Gandhiji, usool, sanskriti. Has a drinking problem and is partial to buxom women.
Kurupa Roy - Heroine's buxom mother. Talent for screeching, fainting spells and bhajans. Secret vices: eating jalebis in the puja room while pretending to fast and sing bhajans. Always regrets not marrying Hasmukhbhai the darzi. Secretly thinks she is much better looking than any of her six daughters and that her husband is a wuss.
Rotika - the Heroine. Will be required to stumble, fall, gaze at Himes without flinching, and of course, to CRY. A lot.
Himesh - as the Himes. Honestly, who could ask for more. JMLR!
HUGE SPRAWLING BUNGALOW - INTERIOR
The wind howls and moans through the house, as windows and doors creak and swing. Curtains are blowing in the wind. The only thing not in motion, is the hair of the man brooding in an armchair wrapped in a shawl, a guitar held close to his chest. He looks up.
It's the Himes. Camera zooms in on Himes's chapped lips, and flared nostrils. The lips move....no, false alarm, it's just another crack developing. They move again, and this time it's for real, because the nostrils are quivering.
"Bees saal beet gaye....ab tak yaad hai....uske payal ki goonj...HOOOOOOO Hooo-oooo-OOOOO" He croons. Tinkling of anklets heard in background.
"Woh aa gayee! At last woh aa gayee!" Himes jumps up and rushes towards the door, where he bumps into Ramukaka with the tea tray. Cups shatter, tea splatters, biscoots crumble, as Himesbhai catches Ramukaka just in time.
They stare deeply into each other's eyes.
"I wish you wouldn't wear those anklets, Ramukaka! It reminds me of ...of...(sigh) her! Besides, the anklets do nothing for your dhoti-kurta-dishtowel-on-shoulder look."
Himes drops Ramukaka, looks at the camera and continues his tale.
"This is how we met....my Varsa and I. I was spending a few days in Valsad, enjoying the anonymity that this town gave me. After all, it is not easy being the sexiest, most talented man alive, and to be mobbed by adoring women wherever I go. So, here I was, just me and my burkha, my baseball cap, my guitar, my hairdresser and some 50 bodyguards. I wandered the marketplace and the shopkeepers thought I was Maulvichacha's daughter Rehana returned from the middle east."
"My khaandaan in Mumbai did not know where I was, except for Daai-ma"
"My father is Seth Dharamdas Kesammiya, and our family controls the janghya-kachha, I mean underweeyar empire built up over the years by my grandfather Chimanbhai. Then when my father married Maniben Patel, daughter of the Papad-pickle magnate of London, we became one of the wealthiest families in the city."
"After all, as long as there are men in this city, they will need underweeyar-banian. And as long as even a single desi is alive outside India, they will grab a bottle of pickle in a desi store as if they have found the elixir of life, no matter how many other moldy pickles are rotting uneaten in their pantries."
"Anyway, Varsa and I got married at the Hanuman Temple on the hill outside her village, her lachaar baap, her chubby maa, her irritating sisters and even Hasmukhbhai the darzi came to give us their blessings. Lachaar baap..oops I mean Sasurji gave a sermon on Gandhiji and the joy of celibacy. Sasumaa cried buckets and totally upstaged poor Varsa. They had a crying contest and Sasuji won hands down. My bodyguards cried, my hairdresser cried too, but I found out later that he cried because he would have to pick out all the grains of rice from my silken zulfein.
Then I took my bride home to the Kesammiya khaandaan.That's when all the fireworks started. "
Himesbhai looks into the distance as the chorus starts to sing in the background and the scene fades out, signalling a flashback.
KESAMMIYA KHAANDAAN HAVELI - EXTERIOR
There's a glittering Dandiya raas party going on at the Kesammiya Khaandaan's haveli. The elite of the city are present, the women in their ghagra cholis and designer kathiawadi outfits for the men. Babla's disco dandiya music blares in the background as the Kesammiya khaandaan shakes a leg.
Suddenly, the door flies open, and the entire assembly stops in mid step. The shock is so great that some unfortunate guests get hit on the head by their partners' dandiya.
Lightning! Thunder! dhish! dhish! DHISH!!
Camera spins around the vast ballroom and rests on the faces of Himesh's relatives.
The Himes has arrived back home, and brought his bride with him.
(To be continued)
- What happened to Mithun's fake son on that show? asks Bella
- Eliminated! says Anon and gives news of more
- More Rotika attributes from j
- girlie girl has a suggestion for Part 2
- Tania awaits the entry of the villian
- j seeks to cast Rotika
- Pitu votes for Mandira
- One vote for Himani
- svr votes for Neha Kakkar
- Pitu seconds the vote and has a background music idea
- girlie girl votes for Himani for an interesting reason