Introduction

Dare I start with the assumption that readers don’t comprehend what I’m hinting at *wink wink* with the title. They might take offense over undermining their capability in being affected by rampant advertising. ‘Department of Inconceivable Studies For the Benefit of Freelance Writers’ equated modern advertising and medieval exorcism in a recent study. The most convincing example was where ‘spells promoting bestiality’ and ‘advertising getting viewership to Rowdies n StripsVilla(genre: outrageously offensive to sensibilities)’ were proved to be similar activities just in different times. ‘bike-loving lads’ or ‘shameless semi-clads’ would be a perfect web search if you still are pondering over the title.

Epitome

Not unlike a severe case of flatulence following a heavy intake of carbohydrates, all efforts in television programming unwittingly resulted in Rowdies & Stripsvilla. These shows are ground-breaking in that they completely eliminated ‘qualification’ for being in public consciousness. The age old benchmark of success-‘superlative performance’ was to be replaced before it claimed any viewership by inspiring people to perform superlatively, an activity not possible while maintaining a healthy television time. The replacement was to be one that ‘tickled right glands’ in the audience to suspend reasoning of actions. The Final Solution (as Nazis would call it) began with the theory that ‘talent is over rated’…”let nincompoops prevail”. The emboldened script was also the derived plan of action. A major win for this school of thought came with the accomplishment of *brass band*ta ta ta taaaa…taaa taaah

Rowdies & Stripsvilla

 ‘A bunch of juvenile delinquents with a bespectacled hostile cryptorchid (single testicled)’ was the concept note submitted to the channel about Rowdies. ‘Lecherous desperate primates with negative IQ’ described Stripsvilla. The Board of Directors loved it. It is, after all, such a lovable concept. The fact that most of the viewing audience itself falls in the category of ‘desperate juvenile delinquents’ helped a bit as well. There is no bigger pleasure known to man than watching your kind subject to humiliation and fame simultaneously.

The exotic collection of ‘preening males with tendency to fall in true love’ and ‘macho females with tendency to expose undergarments’ attract audiences much like B-grade movie stalls showing ‘Har Raat Naya Saudagar’(Every Night a New Dealer) or ‘Nadaan Rani Ki Pyaasi Jawani’ (Innocent Queens’ Thirsty Youth). A B-grade movie might feel the exhilaration of an elevated stratum, on receiving a television broadcast. Rowdies & Stripsvilla, however, feel at home even in a shady, moist B-grade movie stall. They still haven’t made it to a conversation not driven by innuendo.

The ever-auditioning posse of aspirants always seems to ask “what do they want from me?!!!!!” on rejection from any of their multiple attempts. This dilemma can easily be addressed with a basic knowledge in Bollywood clichés namely vamp, vixen, milquetoast, lover boy, fallen hero and most importantly MASTERMIND. Continue auditioning in all cities as would be done anyway; just present yourself as a different cliché each time. With a little luck on your side and your negated IQ that makes you think ‘carbon dating’ lets you date someone who looks exactly like your crush, you are bound to be selected.

Tasks, I’m sure were introduced only to justify the national embarrassment . Participants get a chance to think they earned their laurel, at the same time angling the next batch with ‘slow motion moments of victory’. Yet, just a look close enough reveals that the tasks were designed to either make participants look like Neanderthals or to completely override the possibility of brain cells existing in them; neither of which speaks highly of their place in evolution.

This blatant excuse to be on television will sustain for the same reason that underwear mills will never shut; they cater to the most basic necessities. Audience’s response is evidence that they are not averse to stooping a little (well… a lot) for the sake of entertainment. The creators can easily be called geniuses as Andy Warhol once was. Warhol’s art utilized household refuse then, as these shows today employ societal discard. It’s easier to blame these shows for sedating viewers into a dumbfound stupor than accepting that these shows exist because people are willing to watch. No amount of morality hogwash can deny the fact that you know how to switch channels…and you choose not to.

Note: The underlying assumption has been that readers watch these shows and are aware of the shows tenor at least partially. If not, the last few minutes spent reading can be seen as a wasteful exercise. On the other hand, be proud of time saved in whole number multiples of thirty minutes and be thankful if my article keeps you away from the featured abominations. It’s obvious, I watch the show…….just for the article  (‘smart ass’eecon)

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Reply #1 on : Sun June 21, 2009, 13:43:16

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this was a nce 1.....bt jst increase text format(size & font & page layout........)