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Indra, the
King of Gods, desires to see a 20th century man. Fair enough.
But what he gets is much more than he has bargained for- when
the famed mischief-maker Narad uses his trouble-making ploys
and gets a minister to the Gates of Heaven.
But the Minister, a thorough-bred political animal, falls
prey, not to the godly aura of Swarg, or it's seductive apsaras,
but to the alluring grandeur of Indrasan, Indra's celestial
throne.
This is the 'kursi' of his dreams, this ultimate seat of power!
Our devious minister immediately gets to work. Having convinced
Indra to let him remain in heaven for a few days, he gets
his secretary from earth. He then starts using all his earthly
political wisdom to form an opposition party from amongst
the celestial host.
The powerful but gullible Yumraaj, the Lord of Death, is convinced
and the first heavenly opposition party is born.
What follows is a mosaic of hilarious events -
Indra's political espionage dressed in the garb of an attractive
nymph! Menaka gets a make-over as Britney Spears, all the
better to seduce, oops…to win over our Minister!! Hip and
smart advertising executives flown down (or is it up??) to
Yumsabha to create an advertising campaign that makes dying
the "in thing" and to give the dark God of Death a new shining
sparkling poster-image!!!
Elections breaking out in Swarg!
And finally, when all constitutional means fail to avoid a
'hung parliament'…
…a breakthrough in diplomacy!
A political Qawalli resolves the problem!!!!!
Of dazzling thrones; raucous political debates; commercialization
of the divine through advertising campaign spoofs; unearthly
scenes of the godly brigade dancing to take-offs on popular
Bollywood tunes - This is a delightful tale that inspires
spontaneous mirth - from sardonic smiles - to helpless giggles
- to resounding uproars of honest unashamed laughter, and
ends with an unusual finale…a tongue-in-cheek satirical comment
on the timeless unchanging hypocrisy of the political psyche.
Our story is based on unabashed malice to one and all. We
make fun of everything under the sun… including ourselves.
No intellectual snobbery, no earth shaking wisdom, no serious
morals.
And no, no Holy Cows either!
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