Ameen bhaiya, ek baat to batayein, “Maafi kis baat ki?” Khair iss mauzoo par mein thodi dair tak aata hoon.

Majboori, zimadari, pareshaani, aisa kyun hota hai humaray masharay mein, chalain humaray dramoon mein, gareeb kay liye siraf aazmaish hi kyun likhi hoti hai.

Ameen, Nissa, Asma, sab majboor hain halat kay, garbat kay, samjhotay kay. Where’s the fun in that, right?

The thing with watching a drama is that it’s either clicks or it doesn’t. For me, personally, Bunty I Love You was a click whereas Adhura Milan was not, but sometimes, a drama falls somewhere in-between, which is how I see Gar Maan Reh Jaye. There’s much here I don’t like, but there’s enough here to keep me momentarily intrigued.

As last week, I have my reservations about this story (and everyone is allowed there personal opinions), but the story has indeed progressed and substantially at that. From being besahara and majboor, Ameen, our resident Allah miyaan ki gayeen, is charging Rs. 7,000/night at Hotel Lock Up, ASI Farrukh and his dalal-antics, Begum Khursheed plotting and scheming, and Ahsaan being gayratmand and not-gayratmand.

Sadaf once said to me “Allah kay banday nahi samjh saktay.”

Raat kay doo bajay. Nissa, gurl, WHAT, WHAT, WHAT were you thinking?

Neither of the men make a good impression. Insaan gareeb zaroor lekin gayaratmand to ho skata hai na? What we’re presented with are

Astagfarulla, Ehsan, tumharay liye sab maaf aur uskay liye uski majboori bhi nahi gawara?

Tota. Paan. Laheja

Hyderabad Sindh to Hyderabad Deccan

Noor Bhai, kyun hoo gaya na? Kya bhala? Aaye haye Mein hoon na.

Sust aadami Night out, leak out.

Crisper editing.

Armaan reh jaye, gar maan reh jaye.