Dhundley Raaste – Vital Signs | دھندلے راستے
Dhundley Raaste is an old PTV long play that features Vital Signs the band. After years of searching I finally found it online.
With much anticipation I watched the play about a week or so ago and felt so cheated. Dhundley Raaste boasts big names like Haseena Moin as a writer and Shoaib Mansoor as director besides the four handsome hunks of the most popular band of yesteryears.
The play has a very mundane, almost preachy story with a bottom line that the superstars (in any field) belong to everyone yet they belong to no one. They have to carry on with their journey ahead and suppose if they don’t it may lead to their downfall.
The young girl – the protagonist – in Islamabad arranges a concert for the band which get them popular overnight and as a result the band bags a lucrative contract to perform concerts abroad for a year. The girl who was smitten by the lead singer of the band wants to go with them on that tour. Her family can allow her only if she gets married. The problem is that the flirt lead singer (Junaid Jamshed) wasn’t that serious about her to settle down and take her along. When the girl knows his true intentions she slashes her wrists. She survives but the moral of the story is – not to get involved with would-be celebrities.
Ah! The play was painful to watch. The typical magic of Haseena-Shoaib was absolutely missing from the word go. Hoping that it might pick up – I watched the whole play but it remained a dud. Besides the acting was a let down. I can ignore that as none of them were professional actors – except Salman Ahmed who can act a bit. I gambled on 60 minutes and yes, lost the precious time.
I wonder what inspired Shoaib Mansoor – the guru of Vital Signs – to come up with such theme when he had created much better tiny love stories in Geetar ’93? I know, I know these 4 people especially JJ were the most sought after in their times. Did Shoaib want to discourage their female fans who would dare to cross all limits? Interestingly, JJ’s antics during the (real life) concerts included asking for duppattas from the female volunteers, tapping his sweat away and then throwing it back after a while, so all the girls would get the essence of JJ, if not the whole of him. Tantalizing to the core right, but I also wonder how many of these women secretly thank their lucky stars for not getting married to JJ given his transformation and much rigid perspectives regarding certain things in life.
The play has some of the songs from Vital Sign’s first album and that was the only saving grace. Everything aside, skip this play if you don’t have time to spare. Believe me you won’t miss much!