The sheer inappropriateness of the situations that crop up routinely in Arya’s life,are a joy to witness. This excursion from one level of insouciant insolence to another, could have rendered the series jerkily episodic…you know, like Aryan Meets Chetan Bhagat in the Loo, Aryan Gets Caught Naked In The Locker Room, Aryan Refuses To Shake Hands With Pubescent Fan(arguing that the boy most probably doesn’t wash his hand after masturbating), Aryan Tells Father-in-Law To Have Protected Sex(to prevent ma-in-law from repeated urinary tract infection), Aryan Tells His Loyal Driver To Stop Farting In The Car, etc etc.Īll of the above really and truly happen in the course of the 8-episode dramedy. Calling a spade a spade,and an asshole an asshole, he takes us from one fiercely brutally honest encounter to another.The encounters are devastating in their impunity. Madhavan’s Arya is an oddball, a freak who is ruinously forthright.
The thing about the Arya Iyers of the world(rare birds as they are) is that they tell the truth which civil behaviour disallows and blocks out completely from the range of social conduct. Somewhere towards end of the series Arya’s wife(serenely played by Surveen Chawla), eager for a divorce(or is she?) wonders aloud, “Can we not have at least one evening without you creating a scene?” Rest assured, if Arya Iyer is around, a situation of embarrassment is bound to be created. He is the kind of middle aged party pooper you wouldn’t want as your neighbour, let alone your neighbour at a restaurant. “It’s like meeting the animal in your meat,” Arya Iyer drawls back,confusing the poor fan out of her wits.Īrya does this all the time. Decoupled(Netflix): Early on in this hugely enjoyable wildly irreverent tongue-in-shriek romp into the bowels of political incorrectness, the magnificent Madhavan who plays a no-filter pulp-fiction writer, meets a fan who squeals she was reading his novel when she spotted him in person.
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