This seems to be the Sooraj Barjatiya Indian happy family—-only in a negative, antimatter universe where everything is inverted.
Stand aside you Mansons. Here come the Mahajans.
First the Alok Nath character–Daddy Mahajan, a new age politician-cum-powerbroker known to be fond of the good life. But then which politician isn’t—the only thing may have been that Daddy Mahajan was just a bit more brazen than most. It must however be said that all politicians don’t have their name mentioned in connection with the sensational murder of a lady reporter—but that’s a different story.
Well Daddy Mahajan met the fate Alok Naths in the alternative universe do. He was shot dead by his brother, Uncle Mahajan. The reason? Disgruntled Uncle-ji felt he was being allowed to make as much money as he should have been allowed to —being the brother of a politician and all that. Whispers of other motivations for the shooting abound—but since we at RTDM have a strict anti-rumour policy (I leave that for the blogmeets) I shall not delve into it.
If things were not weird enough, Baby Mahajan, all of 31 years,(the Chandrachur Singh character) comes into the cocktail. Perhaps the wrong word to use here but let me continue. Like a truly dutiful son, anguished over the untimely death of his father, he brings out two bottles of champagne (which he thought was sparkling red wine). After all, boys just wanna have fun.
And so our recently-bereaved Baby is cavorting in a luxurious jacuzzi (presumably in a sense of partial/total undress), a hand-me-down from his dad (a humble public servant if you remember) , sipping some alcohol along with his dad’s old friend Bibek Moitra, an overweight unmarried person (who I presume is not in the same jacuzzi but sitting nearby). As the champagne courses through his veins, Baby Mahajan’s dil maange more.
No he does not ask for Pepsi.
He asks for Coke—-which in the Mahajan household and the cracker community all over the world does not mean fizzy empty calories but cocaine.
Of course that’s one version of the story. The other is that Baby merely asked for some medicines and he was given a white powder which he proceeded to consume by snorting. Yes not chewing, nor swallowing with a glass of water. But by snorting.
What is undeniable is that the room is soon full of people who sound like they came straight off the sets of a Yash Chopra movie (Rahul, Karan) not to speak of a Kashmiri drug peddler by the name of Sahil. And everyone is happy (very very happy) , enjoying what they think is cocaine sorry white medicine—all the while singing “Aaj humare dil main gajab ek uljhaan hain”.
The drugs however are adulterated—Bibek Moitra dies, Baby Mahajan loses all consciousness, several “people” clean up the evidence, and the police takes custody of Baby Mahajan.
We know what happens next—he will be released, police will foul up procedures and Baby will be taught the right way to shoot by experts like Fardeen Khan and Sanjay Dutt.
Very rightfully, Atal-ji is surprised at all the brouhaha. According to him, such things happen in youth—-like stealing cookies from the jar, breaking the neighbour’s window while playing cricket, having a pet frog, smuggling watches, shooting a bartender who refuses to serve you drinks…..
Which is why I do not understand why the BJP is not keen to associate with Baby Mahajan. Come on give the guy a break. If murder, Meham and other assorted crimes do not stop other sons from pursuing a dazzling character in national politics, then why should things be different for our Baby?
For instance, he would make an excellent minister—why I can see him right now, ten years hence, as our Health Minister crusading tirelessly against, yes you guessed it—— adulteration in “medicines”.
Or as a member of the party “High” Command.
Or as the “High” Commissioner in Jamaica.
The possibilities are mind-boggling.
[Update: Baby Mahajan knew Payal Rohatgi. Extra extra….read all about it.]