Therefore, we see promos of a temporary-family affair – the family of women commuters in local trains. Such groups enjoy their lives and have their own well knit groups, which share the individual happiness and sorrows. In West Bengal, these groups usually comprise the men folk – they either play cards or discuss – the topics of discussions revolve around politics both national and international or they veer away to a world that deals in the finer points of living namely the leaning towards poetry, prose and music.

Anyway, to return to the more intimate world of television, the storylines make one shudder but the script writers know exactly where to herald the end of the episode and leave the viewers waiting for the next episode just to find out who is pulling whose leg.

The time slot of 30 minutes has its fair share of advertisements and if one was to take a stop watch and time the number of minutes allotted to dialogues one would be surprised – it might not even be 10 whole minutes. Yes, the pause after every couple of words, the stares reserved for the heroines and villains as the camera pans to display the glittering jewellery and gorgeous dresses account for a greater share of the time rather than the dialogues.

Just imagine this – the heroine goes to a hospital for an emergency routine checkup and when she leaves the hospital, she is swathed in bandages and loses balance, while she tries to walk – she needs support of none other than the very woman, who was trying to ruin her and who is, accidentally, waiting for her just outside the hospital.