V. Oberoi:
I think the hate metre is rising betweenus again.
V. Talwar:
Only because you're being a pain in the ass boss-hole.
There was no need to go off on the script team this morning.
You made one of them cry.
V. Oberoi:
The voiceover notes were ridiculous. I saw you roll your eyes, too.
What next? We pan seven hundred times onto the same face on screen with bad music to emphasise the drama?
V. Talwar:
That sounds like a very specific complaint.
V. Oberoi:
You haven't known true torture until you've watched Indian saas-bahu telenovelas with my mother.
V. Talwar:
. . .you watch telenovelas with yourmother?
V. Oberoi:
. . .it was under duress.
It's not like I wanted to! I had a broken leg. I couldn't escape!
I saw that laugh.
Just for that, you and your team are assigned to watch and analyse a telenovela of my choosing. Call it a marketing exercise.
I know one that's been running for twelve years.
V. Talwar:
The hell I. . . wait. TWELVE years?
V. Oberoi:
Wish I was kidding. The main female character has gotten married, divorced, fell off a cliff, got amnesia, plastic surgery, went to jail for killing her ex-husband, got married again, and still looks younger than her granddaughter.
Oh, and the new husband is having an affair with hersister. It's sick.
V. Talwar:
And you know all this because you "watched it under duress"? Aww :(
V. Oberoi:
I want the report in a week. Aww :)