“Hamari society bimaar hai”. Our society is unwell. This sentence sums up the entire Made In Heaven S2. A very emotional scene where a mother is correcting her son instead of the girl he abused and exploited. Like someone said. In India, it is not the girl that needs to be saved. But it is our boys who need the saving. Every episode of season 2 uproots the patriarchy and misogyny deep within us and peels it open layer by layer. As if patriarchy and misogyny are skin diseases that are hidden behind the healthy glowing skin but as you peel the outer layer and the rot begins to show the sight is unbearable and the stench is fatal. And in those gorgeous frames that look like a vintage European painting, behind the royal rich pristine faces deep inside the heart and mind, are archaic ideas of morals and ethics that are so deeply rooted that we have only just begun noticing them. And already their hideousness is unbearable. Casteism, Polygamy, Homophobia, Ageism, Body shaming, Transphobia, and ultimately women abuse are deeply rooted inside us, capturing body mind, and soul. Every wedding uncovers them in the thoughts, ideas, words, and actions as Tara and Karan maneuver them trying their best to unite two souls balancing many moral compasses.
MIH S2 is very intimate. I felt close to the
characters. I could feel their souls. I could see their wounds. The season is
all about these wounds. Flesh wounds that are still fresh, raw, and gross to
the naked eye. As the lead and supporting characters dress their wounds and drown
the pain, their tears and screams can be heard. The pain is felt and it is raw.
For it is not in the good times and laughter that the true person is seen but
it is in pain, sorrow and defeat that the true character emerges. Dignity is
not how well we jump in joy but it is how high we bounce back when down.
Upholding the women power flag high the season and every episode in it sounds
the gong for equality and freedom loud and clear. And it does this with pomp,
style and class.
Tara is a vision in every frame. She is the
priced trophy of MIH that shines like a diamond. Stands out in every gorgeous
backdrop. She is the pride of the series, the Tara that glitters and sparkles.
Behind that killing beauty is a lethal soul that will always get what it wants.
No compromises. Period!
Karan Karan Karan !! OMG! What have you done?!
Arjun brings out every ounce of emotion hidden in him to display the pain and
sorrow that Karan feels. The suffering, anxiety, and a mixed concoction of
love, acceptance, denial, and rejection swirl in him like a cyclone that could
have destroyed him. Alas, it didn’t. Oh, the perils of being a homosexual. I
don’t know how many can even begin to fathom what it is like to have a mother
who doesn’t accept you! Can you imagine that? Well, gay people have to live it.
And yet love, respect and take care of their parents. Those parents who
disapprove, hide their faces in shame and curse you only for being yourself. Is
it really surprising why so many gay men marry women? Die partially in the
process and get blamed for destroying an innocent life? Why? For acceptance!
And that’s just one part of being gay. Let us digest at least this much. Arjun
deserves an award. Hands down. Ethereal. Superlative. Delectable performance.
He has outdone himself. With the poise and emotional control of a surgeon.
Trinetra Haldar does not seem to be in her
debut performance. She looks like a pro depicting the first transgender
character with great aplomb and confidence. A doctor in real life, Trinetra
does justice to the state of transgenders in our society who despite being
educated have to face hell and bigotry.
Phew. I am sure you know I am a huge fan of
Made in Heaven. It is a truly international Indian series. This season has
matched season 1 in every quarter, and it was a marvelous experience. WOW !
Who is bothered about rocky rani bunty babli
and their toxic prem Kahani? I love the new age real Indian non-masala raw
stories. No more tadka and masala thank you. Let's go with the wine and cheese
vibe. The Five Noble Grapes, please.
