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This post is a direct consequence of the ridiculous drama that has been going on in the Parliament regarding a not so innocuous TV show which has taken the country by storm. The show in question here is called “Sach Ka Samna”, an Indian version of the American reality show, A Moment Of Truth. The Show is unique in its format, as it tests neither your intelligence nor your physical prowess, but your mental fabric and the ability to speak the truth, come what may. The game poses a series of questions ranging from personal to highly intimate, some of which might actually end up breaking relationships, for these questions are asked in  front of the very people you love, and the truth has to be spoken right on their faces, irrespective of the consequence. So, the format is simple, you answer 21 difficult questions, and if you speak the truth (the answers are verified by a Polygraph test), you win a handsome amount (1 crore Indian rupees in this case).

Now, rarely has a TV show generated as much interest among the common mass, as this one. And this is because people get to see someone from among them, come up on stage and blurt out their feelings on various topics which are considered taboo in our highly-vexed society.  Since few of the questions were a little uncomfortable, keeping in mind that even kids might watch it, the show was given a late-night slot by Star, so that only the adults in the house could watch it, without having to worry  about their kids, who would be in their dreamlands by that time.  Now the entire furore started when a moron, whom we hand-picked to represent us in the Parliament, raised his eye-brows regarding this non-controversial show. According to him, the show was destroying the moral fibre of the society. Strike one. He pointed out that since, there was a big difference in the cultures of India and United States of America, something that works in America might not work here. Strike two. He also went on to suggest that there should regulation of the content that goes up on the television. Strike three.

Before beginning my refutations, I would like to point out that I am not a big fan of the TV show either, but our revered MP was suggesting was absurd, bordering more on the ridiculous than anything  else.  Let me first provide a snapshot of some of the questions that were asked on the show.

  • This was asked to a woman. “Would you like to sleep with another man, if you knew that your husband wouldn’t ever find out about it?”
  • Urvashi Dholakia, a popular TV-artist, was asked, “Were you asked to drop out from college because of you became pregnant while still in college?”
  • Another popular TV artist, who apparently had 3 wives, was asked, “Have you ever visited a prostitute?”

Now these are few of the more personal questions that were asked on the show. Now going back to the refutations.

  1. The producers of the TV show or the Channel itself has not forced anyone to watch the show. They have not used any sort of the vulgar tactics that the politicians use to win seats in elections, like paying money in order to buy seats, in order to increase the TRP ratings of the show.  The show is not aired at the prime time slot (it is aired at 10:30 in the night). Now it is but common sense to avoid watching things that might not suit your palate, like a lot of people do not watch horror movies because they get scared after watching it and cannot even visit the loo to answer their nature’s call at night. But if you still insist on watching it, nobody is responsible for the consequences. So where does the question of destroying the culture come in here. If people are watching what they want to, and are mature enough to digest it, where is the bloody problem? And exactly what is it about the show that is destroying the fragile culture, which came into being much before you or I even existed. Is it the question regarding cheating on your partner, or is it about teen-pregnancy or something as basic an emotion as greed.  All this is very common in our day-to-day society, so why approach it with a closed mind still? And even if you do insist on approaching it with a pea-sized brain (as one of my friends would say) why emphasize and force your judgements on others, or worse an entire culture itself. This is all so relative for something which might disgust me, might actually appear interesting to someone else. So how does anyone decide, that this particular thing is vulgar and is breaking the moral code of the society. I say, blatant irrationalism.
  2. Agreed, that there is a big difference in the cultures of India and America. But are we trying to say that infidelity, teen-pregnancy, adultery exist only in America and not in India, and that they are not a part of our day-to-day society. I would only be kidding myself if I said yes to this superficial question. With changing times, the trends and patterns in our society have changed.  Adultery was looked down upon long back, but now a section of the society indulges in it. I’m not saying that it is the right thing to do, but then it is something that we have to learn to deal with and not shy away from.  Frequenting sex workers is something that is in a way Omni-present, for the Zamindars made it so famous and generations have continued it. So why raise a hue and cry if a person reveals that he did indeed visit a prostitute.  What is the big deal about satisfying your carnal needs (ironically the person in question already had enough resources to satiate his needs, but who am I to question). Without nit-picking too much, what I am trying to say here, is that there a lot of things that happen in today’s society that did not happen back in lets say the 60s or the 50s. So why cringe if people come out and talk about it. What is exactly the harm in talking about it? If talking about such things, breaks relationships, then it is the person
  3. Why should there be a regulation on anything that is not under the control of the Babus. Regulate content of Television, Media, and Films. Why?? Why regulate? Why not give the freedom to the masses to watch what they want to watch, to read what they want to read, to listen to what they want to listen. Why not ensure that the common masses have the means to these ends so that they can grow with the rest of the world, rather than being an end to these means itself. If someone needs regulations, it is these babus who make a mockery of our culture, who make a joke of our governing systems and who make a joke of the country itself. Every year, we see at least one video making it to BBC where they show the members of the House going on rampage, hitting each other with chappals, tearing each other apart, in short, making a fool of themselves and the people they represent. We need regulations for the self-anointed Moral Police which beat up women just because they dared to venture some god-forsaken pub. We should have regulations for these stupid political bodies that incite people to fight against their own kin only to fatten their vote-base.  Even if I were to be pragmatic here, how can there ever be regulations on TV, when there are already 400 channels that air shows 24*7. And even if there were a body to regulate all this still, it would have to be autonomous, for corruption has its roots spread out far and wide, which means an additional expense on the government again.

This debate can go on and on and even then there would be a lot of people who blessed with gift of the gab and the pen would write out suitable arguments to each of my points. But that is not my intention. What I intend to say here is, that the Parliament has bigger issues facing it than fighting over a stupid TV show.  Politicians have bigger tasks on their hands, like solving the drought and rain-crisis and deflation and what not than deciding what destroys our indestructible culture.  How can culture be destroyed, if it is we who form the basis of the culture?  As far as I know, I haven’t come across a book where-in the rules and various interpretations of Indian culture have been laid down, and as long as I am in my senses, I wouldn’t come across one in the future too.  So let us all urge our revered Babus to stop fretting over something which changes as we change(Read: Culture) and focus on important, difficult tasks on hand which might change the face of the nation in the years to come.

“Sachin, Sourav, Dravid aur Laxman to sab bekaar hai. Yeh Senior to kisi kaam ke nahin. Itne saal ke experience ke baad bhi woh Mendis jaise naye bowler ko khel nahi paate!!”, quipped one of my office friends. The importance of my friend’s mindset struck me when I heard the same thing from some of my other learned friends. After the highs of Australia, one debacle in Sri Lanka and the knives are out yet again. How long will this continue, nobody knows. Perhaps the thirst for their heads will only rest with their retirements. As if that’s the solution!

When you think of these four names, various memories flood to your mind .The magic of Eden Gardens, the dust-storm of mystical Sharjah and the royalty of Lords. These are treasures that every Indian who follows cricket, keeps close to his heart. And yet, just like our bloody politicians, one failure is met with the no-confidence vote time and again. Though I am no champion for their respective causes, yet as a student of the game I am embarrassed by the apparent lack of support for these hallowed names of Indian Cricket.

Sourav Ganguly was recently crowned the Castrol Test-Cricketer of the year 2008, and was the only Indian to cross 1000 runs in the calender year. Similarly VVS Laxman has been averaging more than 50 for the past 1 year which is much higher than his career average. Sachin has had some vintage knocks including the consecutive 90s he scored at the Commonwealth Bank series finals. Even in the test matches, though he has failed to get a big score, he has always looked in good nick, which most often than not is a harbinger of a big score. Dravid has fared miserably for two test series now, but for a man of his class, the door should always be left open than closed. Yes, I do agree that I become a little partial here, but I would like to put forward a very simple question. Does India have 6 other batsmen who are better than the four mentioned here?

People rather unwittingly come up with names like Gambhir, Rohit Sharma, Yuvraj Singh, Robin Uthappa and on a more sedate note Kaif. Well Gambhir has been given chance at the top of the order, Sharma has failed to covert his decent 20s into anything substantial in the one-dayers and is still uncooked in the longer format of the game, Uthappa has almost been forgotten for his lack of runs in ODIs itself, let alone the test matches and Yuvraj has always looked like a fish out of water in the test-arena as he was found out in Australia. So all this clamor for young-blood to be introduced into the test-team falls flat on the face.

Now we come to the question of Mendis who has made the Indians look like absolute fools. Mendis no doubt is a special talent and is something that the game of cricket desperately needed. But why blame the Fab Four for their abject failure in picking his deliveries, when the entire team has been dancing around the pitch like a band of classical dancers! When a bowler has picked up 26 wickets in 3 test-matches, it pretty much means that the entire opposition has been tormented and not just the middle order.And the best support for my argument comes from today’s ODI match which India managed to lose convincingly by 8 wickets. Mendis proved to be the tormentor yet again as he easily snapped up Yuvraj and Dhoni. So when the young brigade is just as clueless about Mendis, then why only go after the “Seniors are past their prime” theory.

The senior-junior divide brought about in the team is a feat which only the Indian contingent can perform with elan. Why it happened and how it happened is something that none of us would be able to unravel. But what we can unravel is unconditional support for the Fab Four, for they have been great servants of Indian cricket and deserve a thorough Steve Waugh-like ending to their careers and not like the one, which ironically his brother, Mark-Waugh got.

I am the new boy-next-door. I am the quintessential loser. And finally after this incident I am the new “Road-Runner” on the block. People on returning home generally get warm greetings, hugs and kisses from their parents. I also got one.. but that was smack on the face..

Returning by an innocuous looking KSRTC bus from Manipal, I was all geared up for my home, a place called Kharghar (another innocuous city in Navi-Mumbai, a place which Mumbaikars loath a lot). It was 7 in the morning, and by this time i had undergone the drill of getting down the bus, more than 20 times or so in my mind. My Father had called up at-least 4 times to remind me that I in turn needed to remind the Bus conductor about taking the path below the Fly-over and not the fly-over itself. I like any other rebellious overtly-responsible chap began to blame my “bengali-roots” for all the undue adulation. But in the corner of my mind there was this Primal fear darting around that what if the driver….

Just before my stop, by this time my stomach had started churning, I decided that enough was enough and that i needed to take charge of the proceedings. So i got up, went and sat right next to the driver. I was directing him the way to my destination, when the momentary lapse in concentration, a typical feature of my gang, stuck with full fury. I had just about taken my eyes off the road when I realized that the driver had indeed taken the fly-over. At that moment, I felt like I was turning green, though with shame and not anger like the Incredible Hulk. My father had been right after-all. His son was good for nothing, one who couldn’t even convince the driver of a measly bus from not taking the fly-over.My Primal Fear had come true, but what was to follow was something that I for one had never imagined and you for sure would never have dreamt of.

As if the embarrassment of my failure wasn’t enough, a telephone call to my father telling him that I had actually taken the fly-over put things into over-drive. The gentle re-assurance from my father cooled my nerves a bit. I got down at the end of the fly-over and was waiting for my the helper to get down and off load my luggage. Just then I allowed myself the liberty to wander off in my own thoughts. The helper had asked me if I had any luggage and I has shown him the finger( 3 of them co-incidentally..) When the wait for the helper to get down turned into the eternity, the noise of the gears shifting from neutral re-invigorated my senses. I told myself, “This ain’t happening to me for sure maan…” and by that time the bus was on its way, taking my luggage along and leaving me stranded like a dumb-fuck. yes thats the word. The entire scene of the bus leaving with my luggage and me running after it with my laptop bag in hand is something that I shall never forget.

If the thought of not taking the fly-over had spooked my father so much, you can very well imagine the plight of my poor dad when i told him that the bus had set-off with my belongings. Add to that the commotion created by my mother on the phone when she learnt of the mishap. It just about completed my “home-coming”. What happened next and how I got my bags back is something that even I wouldn’t want to share.

You can very well afford a chuckle or two after reading my fate, but one thing I can assure you is that people had done the same thing when I had misread the name of the train by which I was to travel and had ended up missing it. And you know what happened to those people.. Even they missed their respective trains..!!!


May 2024
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