Investment at risk...

If the investment amounts to - Sunday afternoon, Rs.60 plus some commutation allowance combined with a vagabond yet exam stressed mind what are the returns expected ?
Guess nothing great. Even I didn't expect something marvellous when I went to Chandan, Juhu this afternoon. The only thing I expected was a slow poisoned death, a poison of highest calibre not to have difficulty in digesting or spitting out and good enough to ensure a pretty stay for 3.5 hours under the air condition.But to my utter exclamation these are what I got - 6 heroes and heroines, unthinkable and unfathomable love stories, innumerable plots and sub plots combined into a package called "Salam-E-Ishq".
Before watching the movie I had little respect for the writings (or should I say critical appraisals?) of Taran Adarsh, but after those gruelling time I have to lie if I do not respect his patience, originality about the movie and packaging skills. Hence one more addition to the list of returns.
As time passed and story (if there were any) started unfolding, I had more trouble in concentrating. Even though I am not a very focused person but this one tested my concentration to the hilt, giving a close competition to KANK. As time started crawling, I had a feeling of being cheated. What else do you call it if you expect poison but get what is called "expired cough syrup"? Thanks to recent "modern story lines" I have been privy to some scripts which had been successful in creating rubbish. As I continue watching more and more of present day famous bollywood director's movie I get more convinced about it's power of branding and selling ability. How else could one define the power of some three and a half hour video shoot being able to generate revenue greater than some SMEs in India?Even without any knowledge of arts, people like me could bring out some scintillating facts out of the recent bollywood stable -
Old hero and inconsequential heroine with scant costing in the dress design department combined with half villains and half jokers are essential parts of anything defined as bollywood movie.
In case the production becomes an "ethnic bollywood" one - dress design costs are the maximum creating latest fashion trend. All types of colors creating vision trouble even for blinds, a palace for the hero (bigger than the Birmingham, one premiere at the royal palace is sure recipe for decolonization) and middle class, Indian heroine with strong moral system who somehow has an eye for the billionaire !!
But,cut back to the present movie.
6 stories, 12 people (could have been more if director was changed) with numerous inconsequential dialogues and characters of all ages - combined in a package delivered at your doorstep. As a part of sales promotion comes beautiful locations, exotic wealth (god knows where do all the fathers of heroes work) and thoughtless dance or songs.Pure entertainment at its best when your mind have nothing to do, nothing to think and it refuses to believe what eyes relay - a close competitor for nirvana.
It demystified the very word "Ishq", it showed how horrible it looks if a girl proposes getting down on knee, how a husband couldn't look if his beloved wife is in hospital or how pathetically extra marital affairs could be handled. I couldn't believe that Indian people had to risk everything to love his legitimate wife. Never knew that foreign girls are so desperate for indian husbands and its only the boys these days who fear to get married !! But all these must have been made keeping in mind the greater audiences who feel captivated with such dramatic expressions.
To my horror I realized that I was served only an expired drug that too was not pure. The problem is the future addiction knowing fully well that they are never going to delight you with Hemlock.
Even getting a poison pill must be very tuff for the likes of Taran Adarsh !!!