Pawan Kumar Jha Writer

Bajarangi Bhaijan would have been a real cinematic delight had it not delineated  temperamental whimsicality of turning into the fated mediocrity. Image: Google What impression left rested in my mind after watching Bajarangi Bhaijan was the insipidity of movie’s plot creeping into an anticipated climax – … a mob of frenzied civilians of neighbouring country thronged at the barbed gate of Indo-Pak cross border, their jovial faces acknowledging benevolence of Salman aka Pawan Chaturvedi, the return of the voice of the speech-impaired kid AND the implied message of bilateral bonhomie among civilians of both the nations! (I concur the scene implying Indo-Pak bilateral conviviality is the essence of the movie unless not judged otherwise). The Plot that surprises you sometimes before you realize it’s typical Bolly-storyline A mother of a speech-impaired kid, Shahida (Harshaali Malhotra) of Pakistan origin lands in Indian capital city, Delhi,  to seek divine blessing at Haz