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Some urban angst anyone?
(Posted on 17 June 2005)

The Rajshris are into software these days. That's just as well. Because the legendary Hum Aapke Hain Kaun formula had run its course on the large screen. A lot of the domestic grandeur that made Sooraj Barjatya's two films Kaun and its clone Hum Saath Saath Hain such cult successes, render themselves well to the small screen now.

It's with some interest that I watched the Rajshris' Woh Rehne Wali Mehlon Ki on Sahara. It has that quality of quintessential quaintness that TV viewers were acquainted with in the olden days of Humlog and Buniyaad.

Buniyaad actor Alok Nath returns in Rajshri's soap, this time laden with paternal feelings for the heiress who doesn't know the family riches are gone.

The morality tale has a certain old-world charm. That touch of traditionalism comes in sharp contrast with the amorality of the other soaps.

Ever noticed how steeply sensationalistic Sony's CID Special Bureau is? The series has also become eminently filmy of late. This week's story had actor Anoop Soni's child from his raped girlfriend getting a bone-marrow transplant from his wife's rapist.

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Now if that isn't wildly coincidental, what is?? The presentation was decidedly filmy. When the girl spots her rapist she wails, "Issne mujhe jeete jee maar dala."

Incidentally the rapist was played by Yash Tonk who wore thick glasses and looked as zonked-out as Tulsi on Kyunkii Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi who has stopped shedding glycerine. Now she simply frowns so hard at her adversaries they run scared to the other corner of the frame.

The vamp of Tulsi's peace is played Achint Kaur who I must confess is one of the best things to have happened to Indian television. Achint has a knack of filling up that small space with a great deal of unaffected charm. Besides Kyunkii... I enjoy watching her on Star One's Pyar Ki Kashti Mein where she has been paired with Anang Desai who looked pretty paternal before Achint as a tycoon with hair more dyed than Madonna.

She wanted to know if he had ever been in love. "Yes, with a girl I once saw I in college…." Blah blah, went Anang, as Achint turned all glassy-eyed dreamy.
Needless to say she was the girl.

It takes a great deal of acting prowess to actually make feelings apparent on the miniature screen. Here, not only the emotions but also the actors expressing them have to be many sizes larger than life.

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They were larger than life at the IIFA awards. I must say I found the coverage on the new Channel 7 to be by far the best. Within no time at all Channel 7 has emerged as the finest Hindi news channel on air. The coverage is professional sharp smart and crisp. Yes, the correspondents tend to act extra-cocky with celebrities. That, I'm afraid has become a way of life on television. They all seem to think they've a right to act more starry than the stars.

Worse still, some of the correspondents, enjoying the free trip to Amsterdam a bit too aggressively, even made so bold to ask Preity Zinta and Urmila Matondkar about their hair, clothes and accessories.

Shouldn't we stop trying to ape the West, even if our stars are blissfully doing the same?

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Coming back to Channel 7, I see a truly watchable blend of features and news there. This week there was a thought provoking feature on why relationships seem to collapse in the metros. Though I didn't didn't much care for images of skittish couples dancing at pubs (to show how flighty relationships have become) I did enjoy the whole idea of opening up relationships for scrutiny…

A refreshing change from the way they are smothered in melodrama on the soaps.

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Smothered is how I felt when I watched saucy Samantha on HBO's Sex & The City hitting on a priest and then telling her friends the next day that she had spent the whole afternoon masturbating.

Oh jeez. Er, isn't this a bit much? Still, I confess I enjoy the sexual frankspeak on Sex & The City specially since it's so symptomatic of the solitude in big cities.

Last week there was a terrible moment when we saw the leading lady Sarah Jessica Parker wait the whole evening for her boyfriend to show up, then pay for her cake and walk out all alone on her birthday.

How many of our soaps actually bring out the urban angst? Zee's Kabhi Han Kabhi Na tried to do it in a light tone, fell and lost its way.

This was a week of solid non-fiction programming. On BBC's Hard Talk I caught an engrossing panel discussion on the plight of Muslim women in Muslim countries. A clergy argued back with lucid vengeance saying there was no area where women were treated unequally by Muslim law.

"Why do you answer a question with a question?" Sebastian shot back. "I learnt it from Tim Sebastian," retorted the clergy.

Love All. Some more thought provoking masala on NDTV where during a discussion on women broadcasters in cricket Mandira Bedi was hauled over the coals. I liked the gracious though stout self-defence that Mandira put up. I thought some of the comments by the sports critics in the studio bordered on the abrasive.

Why must we be so dismissive of achievers? Achievement was being honoured on Star Gold's Sabse Favourite Kaun. Though the awards had no surprises to offer I loved the way Arshad Warsi held fort on stage with Rakshanda Khan.

Everyone who attended seemed to get an award. And those who didn't attend, like the senior Bachchan, didn't.

As simple as that.

DD News got so carried away with its IIFA coverage that they forgot to carry out a spell-check. 'Mayor' was spelt with two 'a's. Fortunately diarrhoea wasn't required to be spelt, though the hostess seemed to suffer from its verbal version.

Why must the TV anchors talk more than the celebrities that they interview? And why must the celebrities look as though they'd like to be anywhere but on TV?

One exception was Koffee With Karan this week. Now enjoying a re-run on Star One, I caught the episode with Bipasha Basu and Lara Dutta where the two of them bitched poor Amisha Patel out.

Girls just want to have fun, specially when Karan Johar is around.

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