About Doctors
| Title: | Doctors |
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| Plot: | Doctors is set at the high-stakes Elizabeth Blackwell Medical Centre in Mumbai, where Dr. Nitya Vasu begins her surgical residency with a personal vendetta against Dr. Ishaan Ahuja, believing he is responsible for her brother's disability. However, as she works alongside him, Nitya realizes Ishaan is not the villain she thought, and her animosity turns to attraction. The series explores intense medical cases and the personal struggles of residents, including ambition, love, and betrayal. The season culminates in shifting relationships, with old enemies becoming allies, a tragic event reshaping the group, and Nitya and Ishaan's love emerging at great personal cost. |
| Cast: | Sharad Kelkar, Harleen Sethi, Viraf Patel, Aamir Ali, Vivaan Shah, Niharika Lyra Dutt |
| Director: | Sahir Raza |
| Cinematography: | Vivian Singh Sahi |
| Editor: | Satya Sharma |
Doctors
Shubhra Gupta
The Indian Express
Sharad Kelkar’s show makes you feel and think, doesn’t sugarcoat harsh realities of medical profession
It takes a couple of episodes for the ten-part show to get into the groove, which gives us an insider’s look at medical practitioners.
India’s answer to ER/Grey’s Anatomy is here: Doctors, which is as straight-forward a title as you can get, is about just that, a bunch of medics, ranging from eager new residents to rockstar surgeons, as well as other denizens– nurses, interns, administrators– who make up a busy hospital. It takes a couple of episodes for the 10-part show to get into the groove, which gives us an insider’s look at medical practitioners going all out in high-stress emergencies, as well as dealing with those who are struggling with terminal diseases. These are humans who are also doctors. We see them as people, with their strengths and weaknesses, but who do not compromise when it comes to saving the lives of their patients.
Doctors
Rahul Desai
The Hollywood Reporter India
A Medical Drama That Operates on Vibes Alone
Directed by Sahir Raza, the ten-episode series plays out like a tacky college movie set in a hospital.
It often takes no more than five minutes to tell that a ten-episode series is going to be … not good. Yet, it’s my job to watch the whole thing. I can’t just abandon it the moment I realise it’s fundamentally flawed. So, I spend a day or two watching the next 395 minutes, hoping against hope that a miracle changes my mind. But, of course, it never comes—the craft is all wrong, the writing is dated, the music is uninspired, and the acting is everywhere. Yet, when a series is so long and stubborn and voluminous, one tends to develop a strange attachment to it. There’s no escape, so I simply make peace with—and normalise—the mediocrity at hand. It’s a reluctant bond, the kind you have with a month-long cough. But it’s a bond nevertheless, and when it ends, a part of your life ends. That’s what Doctors became to me.