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Crazy parents - Seinfeld

 I am not a fan of any sort of production whether Indian  or American.  But one series that became part of American pop culture in the late 90s was a comedy called Seinfeld.  That became my only real favorite show that I watch to this day (on DVD) and sometimes on Netflix although I still prefer the DVD - not sure why.  Maybe it is so I can re-watch the behind the scenes banter on the disc.

I only discovered the show when I saw the re-runs on some TV station in early 2000's.  Perhaps because our first few years in America were spent simply acclimating to the new culture and getting ahead in our (wife and I) respective professions.  No time for watching TV really.

What appealed to me personally was that the comedy was clean yet relatable even though I come from a very different cultural background.  One common aspect was the presence of cranky and idiosyncratic parents in our lives.  Aunts and uncles add to the mix.

Recently the actors who played the character of father and mother of the neurotic George Costanza, respectively Frank and Estelle Costanza died in a span of couple years.

Jerry Stiller played the father and Estelle Harris the mother.  What a riot on screen they were.

Jerry died about two years back and Estelle just passed this week.  Both were in their early nineties - living to the fullest one would assume.  Life of laughter must have been their gig if one was to read their biographies.  Both NY born but later went into acting in different ways ended up as the crazy, irate couple that constantly yelled at their only son George played by the wonderful Jason Alexander.



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