The plot is predictable from the first moment uncle AB appears gaping onthe screen, minding the poor girls’ business. The scenes are a list of typical newspaper headlines concerning girls in Delhi-NCR region, where any female in short skirts, or after dark, is considered meat on the plate. Delhi, a melting pot of the most violent and feudal communitiesof India that surround it – the Jats with their Khaps, the criminalized Biharis, the belligerent Sikhs, and the philistine Bhojpuris – provides a very scary and hazardous environ for women.It’s all right to be aware of western ideals, but practicing them in a place like Delhi is foolhardiness: as if speeding a low hung Ferrari on our potholed roads – in no time the machine will be nursing its wounds in a garage. A word of caution for thegirls who’ve watched AB’s prescription Safety Manual in PINK and are feeling very brave that they too can dress in skirts, hold a drink, swing a leg and dance with the bad boys in farmhouses in Surajkund: How many of them will find a messiah like AB to do pro bono work to save their reckless asses? So, watch Pink with seatbelts on, girls. In the end, it's not so dramatic; and in real life, no poetic justice gets done. Make your choices wisely; do in Rome as the….
