I Guess We've Reached *That* Stage In The Grief Cycle

Since everyone's been going on and on and on about 'Zindagi Gulzar Hai', I decided to watch the first episode.
I couldn't understand a word of what anyone was saying until this guy showed up:

She: I can't be the kind of wife, who waits endlessly by the door, for you to come home.
He: Why not? What's wrong with that? 

And then I got it.
I guess 'patriarchal asshole in progressive garb' is a universal trope.
You don't need to understand Urdu to recognize one.

Hashtag AmanKiAsha.

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P.S. I don't hate it.
Also, I may not know what a 'trope' really is... 

P.P.S: O.M.G SO ADDICKTED 2 ZGH 

The Stammering Comedian

I'm usually a combination of cynical and righteous about every folly made by Indian advertising creatives.
But this is one of the coolest Indian ads I've ever seen.
When life gives you lemons, sometimes it helps to create a juggling act with them.

I wake up with a shortness of breath and tightness of chest, the kind of panic some 20th century philosopher or analyst must have described in great detail, and it occurs to me more and more each day that the island of peace and calm I live on is growing smaller and smaller and that too many of my fellow inhabitants on this planet are living lives, where everything they thought was 'normal' is routinely destroyed. As the panic rises, I keep clicking 'Add To Cart' until I feel hopeful again but, of course, I don't. I wonder if this concern for my fellow inhabitants might have something to do with the fact that each day I find something 'normal' inside me getting routinely destroyed and no matter how many times I click 'Add To Wishlist' to feel hopeful, of course, I don't.