Welcome to the reality, the new reality of vote. Who’s the Best dancer? Who’s the best singer? Who’s the best cook? Who should stay on the show? Who should go? Who should get the award and who shouldn’t. Who should make you cry or laugh? Should the terrorists be punished or let go? Do you think the girl was raped or is she framing the popular guy? Should kissing scenes be allowed in Hindi movies or not? Hell, who will win maximum votes in the upcoming election? Send in your votes to *****. You may also win a prize if your silly, nonsensical biased opinion gets maximum votes. It doesn’t get any worst than this.
Voting on TV shows, in newspapers, on radio by far beats every other in thing or talk of the town. Poor Britney. Swinging the other way too couldn’t get her as much Indian attention that voting gets. After the daughter in law and mother in law serials anything that has the Indian public’s attention are shows which involve voting. Specially the singing and dancing ones. They have more drama queens than any other Indian soap.
‘Baa’ can get as old as she can. Be reborn, travel through time; very soon undertake an intergalactic space adventure to see if she has any great grand children in any other galaxy, ‘to boldly go where no grandma has ever gone before’. But at the end she isn’t real right?
In ‘reality’ she could possibly be 20 years younger to the character she portrays in the serial. They’ve even started voting contests to decide which character can stay and how the story should go ahead. That saves the director, casting director and the writer a lot of trouble. They can spend this time in searching for more places that supply glycerin since there are many other serials using it and new channels with new series are coming up everyday, or more college going or even school going girls to play daughters, sisters, daughter in laws. These could get pregnant at some point in the serial although getting them pregnant in reality is considered an offence.
Here are some examples that get votes coming in like a flood:
‘Meri maa last ek mahine se nange paav ghar se mandir chalke jaa rahi hai. Agar aap chahte hai ki unka aur aapka beta yeh competition jeete toh vote kijiye. Vote karne ke liye …..Shayad bhagwan unki prarthana sun le aur mujhe number one bana de’.
‘Agar aapko lagta hai ki meri (out of tune) awaz ne aapko khush kiya hai toh mujhe danger zone se bachaaye, vote karein’. ‘Sirf usse hi vote kijiye joh deserve karta hai (and that’s me).’
‘The girl was raped and brutally killed while everyone stood and watched. Do you think the Indian public is apathetic? Send your views at….’
‘Do you think the court was right in punishing Mr. XYZ who’s considered a terrorist? SMS Y or N space your NAME to ….’
However the men, women, children, all in all, the people in the reality shows cry for real or at least we think so. Ailing grannies and grandpa’s dragged from their house to the stage, really busy parents, brothers, sisters, relatives, friends, even neighbors who have nothing to do with the contestant come and cheer for them and definitely cry a lot for them. Even the judges shed those occasional crocodile tears. The able but otherwise jobless judges who are made to look like monkeys (no offence to the Australian team) cant do anything but sulk about the whole thing and wonder what kind of talent is emerging out of these shows.
Voting on TV shows, in newspapers, on radio by far beats every other in thing or talk of the town. Poor Britney. Swinging the other way too couldn’t get her as much Indian attention that voting gets. After the daughter in law and mother in law serials anything that has the Indian public’s attention are shows which involve voting. Specially the singing and dancing ones. They have more drama queens than any other Indian soap.
‘Baa’ can get as old as she can. Be reborn, travel through time; very soon undertake an intergalactic space adventure to see if she has any great grand children in any other galaxy, ‘to boldly go where no grandma has ever gone before’. But at the end she isn’t real right?
In ‘reality’ she could possibly be 20 years younger to the character she portrays in the serial. They’ve even started voting contests to decide which character can stay and how the story should go ahead. That saves the director, casting director and the writer a lot of trouble. They can spend this time in searching for more places that supply glycerin since there are many other serials using it and new channels with new series are coming up everyday, or more college going or even school going girls to play daughters, sisters, daughter in laws. These could get pregnant at some point in the serial although getting them pregnant in reality is considered an offence.
Here are some examples that get votes coming in like a flood:
‘Meri maa last ek mahine se nange paav ghar se mandir chalke jaa rahi hai. Agar aap chahte hai ki unka aur aapka beta yeh competition jeete toh vote kijiye. Vote karne ke liye …..Shayad bhagwan unki prarthana sun le aur mujhe number one bana de’.
‘Agar aapko lagta hai ki meri (out of tune) awaz ne aapko khush kiya hai toh mujhe danger zone se bachaaye, vote karein’. ‘Sirf usse hi vote kijiye joh deserve karta hai (and that’s me).’
‘The girl was raped and brutally killed while everyone stood and watched. Do you think the Indian public is apathetic? Send your views at….’
‘Do you think the court was right in punishing Mr. XYZ who’s considered a terrorist? SMS Y or N space your NAME to ….’
However the men, women, children, all in all, the people in the reality shows cry for real or at least we think so. Ailing grannies and grandpa’s dragged from their house to the stage, really busy parents, brothers, sisters, relatives, friends, even neighbors who have nothing to do with the contestant come and cheer for them and definitely cry a lot for them. Even the judges shed those occasional crocodile tears. The able but otherwise jobless judges who are made to look like monkeys (no offence to the Australian team) cant do anything but sulk about the whole thing and wonder what kind of talent is emerging out of these shows.
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