Eyeballs at last. TRP-style readership at last. The red carpet welcome to Vinod Nayar’s growls — Arun Nayar’s father, Liz Hurley’s father-in-law — have all the ingredients of a perfect Indian soap. The Great Indian Genes have been rattled, and the techno-shehnai has given way to the staccato beats of the mridangam. Nayar Sr claims, with remarkable hindsight, that his bahu, alas, has turned out be quite the Unsuitable Girl — a publicity-seeking diva, who pays scant regard to her sasurji. Humiliated, he has written a formal letter disowning his son. Not quite breaking news but it’s certainly a sequel well worth every bit of the multi-million dollar magazine deal at the centre of the drama.
The wedding ceremonies of Beautiful Bride Hurley and Flamboyant Nayar were reviewed with a certain disdain. Unlike say, the Mittal extravaganza or the Chatwal chaat-chutney gala, this particular wedding generated more heat, and now sound bites, than real public interest. The wedding tale itself was tiresome and boring. No amount of good copy or paparazzi hanging from the trees could breathe any life into the monotony of dumb celebrityhood that the two represented. But the family spat, now striking a melodramatic crescendo, has brought life back, kicking and sputtering, into a moribund also-ran story.
With a very Indian tune in the backdrop, Hurley should be looking at more than just magazine deals. How about a reality-style soap? It could start right at the time of Nayar’s split with Italian model, Valentina Pedroni, who had fought ‘tooth and nail’ to deny Nayar a divorce. Then there’s Arun Nayar’s eye for the simple pleasures of life, “I’ll take Damian out on the tractor while Elizabeth cooks.” Ekta Kapoor, this story’s been made for you.