When they throw a Khan, a Roshan and The Bachchan at us, no one really gives a damn to the plot, just in case if one does, they bring in Ms. Lata Mangeshkar with lines like,“meri saason mein tu hai samaayaa” (you reside in my soul ) and that is how Bollywood makes ‘logic’ look like the 5th gear in a Maruti 800!
Ladies and Gentlemen, the movie you all love :
Kabhi khushi….kabhi ghum
Amitabh Bachchan a.k.a Yash Raichand happens to own a godforsaken mansion with acres of land suffused in green grass at some place near ‘chandini chowk’ with an entire helipad of his own! I don’t really remember spotting one at the ‘Rashtrapati Bhavan’ in Delhi.
Can you blame him for being mad at his ‘adopted’ son for randomly marrying a poorly educated girl from chandini chowk? Should you?
Rahul, hailing from a country where aunties recognize you after 20 years (No problem if they saw you as a fetus or a zygote the last time), doesn’t recognize his own doggone brother, who somehow transformed from what looked like ‘a premature Bappi Lehri’ to ‘a Bradley Cooper’ . I know movies are about things being unreal but you cannot make fun of puberty just like that!

Not to forget, Rahul lets this Bradley Cooper stay at his home when he clearly knows that his wife’s sister dresses a little too provocatively.
Not so smart Rahul, you are adopted indeed!
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