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Vicky Donor – A light hearted approach to infertility




With a limited choice of movies, my movie gang decided to watch “Vicky Donor”.  SInce Kay as an HSBC card holder gets a discount at Inox, and since Inox has better samosa and sev batata puri we decided to catch the movie there. Unfortunately the HSBC offer has been withdrawn ( could it be related to their layoffs last month?) and we had to grudgingly pay up Rs.240 each instead of the Rs. 100 we would have had to shell out at PVR.

Luckily though, the movie made us laugh at least till the wedding of Vicky and Tuna and until Jo reminded us at the end, I’d quite forgotten about the price of the ticket! I don’t know why this movie is billed a Hindi movie – because it is mainly in Punjabi. 
That apart, I thought the movie was a bit puerile at times with a weak  story line. Vicky the wastrel, a swaggering stereotypical Punjabi boy lives in a typical Punjabi middle class family with a typical mom and a typical grandma. Similarly Tuna and her family are sterotypical Bengalis living in Delhi. Anu Kapoor as the slick Dr. Chaddha does a great job – in fact it is his typical greaseball act that saves the movie from being a typical urban “Hindi” movie making fun of stereotypical  Indians. Frankly I don’t see why Indian humour has to resort to making fun of regional stereo types to have the audience in splits. 
Vicky ,despite being a typical Indian boy, has a very untypical job  of a sperm donor. While Dr. Chaddha woos him to become his Donor in Chief, Vicky woos Ashima the Ice Maiden in the Bank. Surprisingly the girl has a past which equally surprisingly Vicky’s old grandma accepts unquestioningly. But funnily enough Tuna’s father only objects to Vicky’s Punjabiness and doesn’t bother to do the most basic of background checks on Vicky’s “business”. However, the families manage to balle balle at the wedding in the midst of the ululating Bengalis and what should have ended then as happily ever after degenerates into sentimental drivel. Tunu finds out that her tubes are blocked and she can’t have children . Vicky spills the beans that he is a sperm donor and Tunu walks out shattered by this betrayal of trust. The family falls apart and  predictably Dr. Chaddha steps in and sets things right at the end when Tunu  and Vicky attend a specially organised “25th Jubilee Celebration ” of Dr. Chaddha’s infertility clinic where all of Vicky’s 53 off spring are on display. Seeing these happy families makes Tunu realise Vicky’s greatness and altruisim  in helping out childless couples and goes back to his loving arms. The couple’s joy is complete by the opportunity of adopting one of Vicky’s sperm kids who is conveniently left in an orphanage by the grandparents who were too old to look after her.  

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