{"id":211,"date":"2006-09-27T10:24:00","date_gmt":"2006-09-27T10:24:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fridaynirvana.com\/fiction\/2006\/09\/that-70s-thing.html"},"modified":"2011-06-30T20:00:40","modified_gmt":"2011-06-30T20:00:40","slug":"that-70s-thing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.fridaynirvana.com\/fiction\/2006\/09\/that-70s-thing.html","title":{"rendered":"That 70s thing"},"content":{"rendered":"

This morning as I rush about getting ready for work, I hear a familiar, evil laugh. No wonder it\u2019s familiar, for there grinning away on screen is Prem Chopra. He has a gun in his hand, and is smirking (as only Prem Chopra can) at Rajinder Kumar , and saying \u201cAaeeye, aaeeye Saxena Sahab\u201d (come, come Saxena Sahab).<\/em> It\u2019s been so long that I\u2019ve heard anyone allude villainaously to Saxena, that I actually get nostalgic for the Prem Chopra genre of movies. If you recall back then, Saxena was ubiquitous; there was a Saxena in every Hindi film, and there was a reference to \u201cSaxena Sahab\u201d in every movie worth it\u2019s salt. Saxenas abounded in the world. Kind of like the \u201cRaj Malhotra\u201d of nowdays.<\/p>\n

Anyway, onscreen Rajinder Kumar looks worried. Sure, he looks worried. They have his son (Rishi Kapoor) all tied up. Of course Rishi doesn\u2019t actually know that Saxena Sahab is his Dad. Oh, yay, this early in the morning, having switched on the TV for a split second, I have actually stumbled on the Father-Son reunion thingy. (or so think I, on intermittent trips from the bathroom to the TV). On cue, slimy Chopra says to Kapoor \u201cYehi hai tumhara Baap\u201d or words to that effect. Rishi looks distraught : \u201cNahin !\u201d But Chopra isn\u2019t done yet \u2013 he\u2019s going to kill both of them . Yet at this very crucial moment facing imminent death, they have choices. \u201cWho wants to go first ?\u201d he wonders \u201cBeta pehle ya baap ?\u201d<\/p>\n

And then my dears the crowning glory \u2013 apparently Rishi\u2019s girlfriend is also in Chopra\u2019s evil clutches. He wants her to be brought out too \u201cIski memhbooba ko le aao\u201d etc. A rosy-cheeked Neetu Singh appears. She appears suitable rebellious and hurls the choicest of epithets at Prem Chopra. But you know Chopra, quite unfazed and quite taken with her womanly charms. He smiles and what a smile; it stretches from ear to ear and still looks evil. And he leers. And what a leer \u2013 a cross between a fool\u2019s grin and a psychopath\u2019s all-knowing sneer. So there you have it, the long-lost father-son duo, the evil stereotypical villain and his henchmen, and the buxom, peppy heroine. Apparently the son doesn\u2019t like the father, so there\u2019s some familial tension there. But then of course in the climax true blood will tell. The good guys face the bad guys with enthusiasm. They laugh in the face of danger and each one\u2019s righteous cries implore the villain to kill him\/her and spare the others.<\/p>\n

I have to go \u2013 the toothbrush overfloweth. But really how noble ! And oh, how 70s !<\/p>\n

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