I recently indulged in one that was 26 hours long series on matchmaking. This an old show, set in Bombay, about a marriage-bureau called Rishta.com. It is run by two friends – a girl, Isha Mirchandani, and a boy, Rohan Mehra.
Each episode is about a different case, a different type of client and how these guys manage to find them a perfect match. Each episode is also about Rohan meeting a new girl, somewhere in a bar and how he flirts with her. Through-out the show, Isha is shown as a girl who is mostly asexual who barely even reciprocates occasional flirting. Her widowed father on the other hand has a girlfriend. So, relatively speaking, through-out the show, Isha appears like an old lady with a cat.
Now, it’s easy for someone to predict that the two protagonists will end up falling in love. But each and every episode beats that doubt out of your mind. Isha and Rohan even seem like siblings at some point because of how much they tease and bug each other. Towards the last few episodes, Isha starts getting really close to another co-worker, and so the audience stops worrying about the chance of Isha and Rohan ever ending up together. But, as originally predicted, in the end (last 5min of the last episode of the show), they bring Isha and Rohan together as romantic partners.
You know what the best part was? Ok, actually there were two great things about the show:
- There was a massive build up without really making you feel like you know where the show is headed
- In the last scene, which is rather blurred, they show the two kissing behind a pole. Meaning, the intention is clear, but not the scene.
This made me realise how rare subtlety is these days. I miss the days when kissing scenes happened behind a tree or a rose or a blurry screen. I would like to leave a few things to my imagination. Sure it’s obvious, but I’d rather imagine it than see it. Something about seeing it makes it utterly unsatisfying.
I remember the first Indian movie where I saw an explicit kissing scene on screen was Haseena maan jayegi. I was so overwhelmed by such explicit portrayal of the kiss. By the time I saw this in the next movie, Jab we met, I was done. I didn’t want to see any more kissing scenes in Indian movies or TV shows. Well, actually, I don’t want to see it on non-Indian ones either, but such explicit display of affection is such a big part of some cultures, you don’t feel strange.
Ok wait, may be it’s not even the cultural aspect of it, I think it’s more to do with what turns one on. Explicit display of affection doesn’t give me butterflies in my belly. It feels like eating a large bowl of curd rice, that too without thadka. I prefer that some things be unsaid or not explained. Call me an auntie (which I am btw), but I’d much rather watch a movie with a sexual undertone than a movie with explicit scenes. Curious what 20 years olds enjoy today.