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Zindagi Gulzar Hai - A Karachiites review!

Just when I thought that this is the most boring Friday ever, my brain cells start working and I remember that the second episode of "Zindagi Gulzar Hai" must have been uploaded on youtube!!! :d

Each and every scene depicts the life of the typical Pakistani.. mother, father, daughter and son, in all conditions, when rich, and when poor.. when being the "haves" and when being the "have-nots"

Kashaf (one of my favourite names since eons) is from the middle-class...she aspires to study high and ease her mother of the hardships she has to go through to earn and feed, basically the bread winner instead of Kashaf's dad! Kashaf gives tutions.. something I think everybody educated must have done once in their lifetime when in Pakistan!! This is reality, depicted perfectly!! I started giving tutions when I finished metric! I wish they'd show those monstrous kids who come for tutions :P

When Kashaf is granted  admission through merit and she sees her name on the top of the merit list, I smile the same way she did!! hehehehe!! yes, mera naam bhi top of merit list pe tha, just that there was no Zaroon standing ahead of me!! :P and no one called me churayl!!

SO Kashaf comes home, and they eat mithai :D and I also get up and get the gulab-jamun my Mum(in law) has kept for me at the dining table .. this is the beautifully portrayed essence of the drama!! I also enjoy Kashafs admission virtually!!

Zaroon on the other hand is from the burger family.. the guy whose father has given him a Merc to drive to college(kashaf goes by bus) He doesnt have to earn to pay his fees.. Kashaf gives tution but manages to get scholarship... but the best thing is Zaroon is not the disgusting burger!!! He respects (so far)

The uni Zaroon and Kashaf go to, is the BEST!!!  Indus Valley!!! Dint we all aspire to go there!!! I did, it was bloody expensive!!! shucks!! atleast I can see it in the drama now!!

I have read the novel, Umera Ahmed writes brilliantly!!! I just wanna keep on watching Zindagiiiii gulzaaarr hayyyy!! :D

can't wait till the next weekend!!
 

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