I watched Gangs of Wasseypur in five hours straight, from midnight till dawn. It taught me a lot. My vocabulary multiplied overnight, obviously.
I was both stunned and impressed with Mr. Kashyap.
One person who stayed with me forever, other than Sardar Khan and Faizal and a few others, was Sultan Qureshi (Pankaj Tripathi), the butcher.
So, when Mirzapur released, I had to watch it.
The husband and I never netflixed because of his unbearably fancy job. So, when news flew to him that Mirzapur is quite like Gangs, we decided to watch it together. In the meantime, he gave me a sob story about how he hadn’t been able to watch a decent movie or a good series ever since he joined work (I didn’t know if I was expected to show sympathy).
We finished watching Mirzapur in two days straight (so much for chill). The husband seemed to be in awe of two people: Kaaleen Bhaiya (for being unflinchingly merciless and the King of Mirzapur) and Guddu Bhaiya (for having the convinction and determination to win the Mr Purvanchal title and also for being completely foolhardy).
After having completed the first season, we discussed the fate of each character and how things should play out in the next season. The husband didn’t seem very pleased at the idea of waiting a couple of months (if at all) for the next season.
The next morning I asked him if he had dreamt of Mr Purvanchal or Mr Kaaleen. He refused to answer and left for work. As the day progressed, a little birdie flew to me and said that the husband was being addressed as a certain carpet maafia from a very popular show. I waited for lunch.
He looked elated, continuously trying to fix his new moustache. He didn’t tell me about this new name that he had acquired (or probably coaxed the men into addressing him by this name). We ate our lunch in silence. As he was about to leave, he said, “9.30 tak aata hu. Bye.”
“Bye, Kaaleen”, I said, bursting into laughter.
He feigned some disgust and left.
Picture from Google