…do I care? No. I never watched the show. Not for any reason specifically but that I had a very basic issue with the assorted groupings of individuals the channel had culled together for the show. A politician’s son, involved in a very high profile doping and sex scandal which led to the death of his deceased father’s personal secretary, hush hush toy boys being driven off when the overdosing occured, a cover up marriage that followed, wife bashing accusations and a rushed divorce later becomes a Krishna Kanhaiya. An item girl. A gangster’s ex-moll. A television actress’s ex-husband who battered her to pulp. And another motley bunch of people who are absolutely uninteresting. But that is how it would be, right?
Why would people with anything interesting going on in their lives want to be part of such a ridiculous show, where they have to live with virtual strangers under constant camera surveillance for months on end, and perform ridiculous tasks, be performing monkeys and provide entertainment for a voyeuristic nation with nothing better to do with their time than watch this crap being peddled as entertainment.
While I can still condone a talent hunt like an Indian Idol, a Sa Re Ga Ma, a Star Voice of India, because here, the contestants are the average joe, with a dream to make it big and only talent on their side, and with an equal shot at winning the crown, this show is beyond the pale to me. Except for Ashutosh who won (whom I have not seen at all otherwise or in this show so have no opinion on), Diana Hayden and Ketki Dave, the rest of the bunch sound like an extremely seedy bunch, one would be loathe to bump into at a party, let alone be locked up in a house for months on end with.
It is amazing how jobless we are as a nation that such tripe would be the most eagerly watched show across all SECs. Did no one remember of the coke and heroin jacuzzi orgy with all those young studs confessing they were taken there by Sahil Zaroo for a ‘party’. And did they imagine the Krishna Kanhaiya minus his face packs, was naked in the jacuzzi party with Bibek Moitra was to discuss the state of the nation? Did they forget the pictures of his clearly very terrified wife, with bruises on her face and an arm in a sling purportedly from a bicycle accident. And her interview in a daily in which she spoke about the physical abuse, which was hurried retracted and covered up the next day? And hush hush reports from the Mumbai party circuit which whisper about a hedonistic lifestyle too gory to write about.
It was cringeworthy. And now the man is on every channel and in every newspaper talking about how he wanted to show his “real self” to the world and how he plans to get into politics. Excuse me?
I have not watched the show but have only gone by what I have heard being discussed and by what I have read in the newspapers about the show, and it sickens me to the core.
Being a gangsters moll can get one a straight catapult to celebrityhood. The next batch of Bigg Boss would probably have Charles Sobhraj and Shibu Soren and convicted felons and murderers. And the process of elimination one guesses will be easier because the inmates can do away with each other without the hassle of the SMS voting and such crap to fill coffers of the channel and the SMS service provider. Why do we as a television viewing audience get sucked into this crap?
Is it because we have nothing better to watch? Is it because we are at the end of the day a voyeuristic nation with a penchant for the ridiculous. Or is it simply because, like the Kserial crap we have inflicted on ourselves, we deserve the puerile entertainment we get, because thats the only entertainment that gets the TRPs.
Yes, we deserve this entertainment. Because we allow ourselves to get entertained by it.