Sandwiched between exhibited platters of finger-licking Benarasi kemami sevai and soggy, smelly shrimps, the show observes unabashed flattery, fellow-Punjabi camaraderie/connection telling us just how seriously this show needs to be taken.
Tell him a sob story and the Khiladi will influence a judge's already made-up-mind. Mollycoddle him with 'ma di mamta' and he'll shower you with hugs as well as the coveted apron. It is plain silly and emotional kitschy how almost every contestant cries on this show. For crying out loud, this is MasterChef not Oprah [ Images ].
Hopefully, the forthcoming episodes will treat us with some crisply-edited action, nail-biting drama, hard-boiled professionalism and innovative culinary expedition. As of now, this shoddily-packaged cooking contest is shockingly mediocre.
Sandwiched between exhibited platters of finger-licking Benarasi kemami sevai and soggy, smelly shrimps, the show observes unabashed flattery, fellow-Punjabi camaraderie/connection telling us just how seriously this show needs to be taken. 
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