Good Morning India! Its about time you woke up. Its been a little late, but as they say, better late than never! Its approx. 6:30 am that i wake up every morning and i cant help but switch on the television so early. I just hope that somewhere across the hundreds of frequencies that ive got access to, they are airing some classic football match, or a movie that wont kill me! (You gotta admit, some movies stink, stink so bad, even worse than akshoo chobby's wide opened up jaw!). I try and avoid the media channels. They claim to be an Indian's passage to India. Exposing scams, educating the "common man", helping India and Indians in building a more aware, open society, and the breaking news part is just fabulous!! I mean, the way the India media just keeps the viewers abreast with the latest developments is fantastic!
Kudos, kudos indeed on such a massive achievement. After all, its not easy to quench the thirst of a nation with a billion people, and to do that for 6years straight as Aaj Tak claims to have done. Really brilliant. But you know somewhere amidst all the accolades, all the prizes and all the never-ending claims to glory and hurrah that these media (news) channels have claimed, some of the most disgusting and "getting-on-my-nerve" moments have also been possible due to the Indian media alone. I mean, after all, who can forget the coverage (kinda ironical term o describe her!) that Rakhi Sawant got when she dumped her "boyfriend" on air. Again, wasn't it this same female who walked out of a show 'cos she lost! Man, and the media, the Indian media, afforded her, more than 15 mins of fame that Andy Warhol thought everyone deserved!!
Is it just me or is really everyone bored, infuriated at times, of the unnecessary "coverage" the media does? I mean, really, do you really wanna know what colour shirt, or pant some "superstar" is wearing? But turn on any channel (no pun intended) and thats what you'll get. We then, or rather earlier, also had to undergo the torture of being told the colour of saree one Mrs. Bachchan was wearing on her honeymoon, where she went for her honeymoon. To tell you honestly, even if my too hot to handle neighbour got married, I still wont give a damn as to where she's going for her honeymoon!! I mean, c'mon, do you really wanna know that? And what exactly do you plan on accomplishing with the use of such secretive (for as long as it was) information? Again, one had to sit through and hope that one day, maybe one day, the media will realise that a "commoner" like me does not and wont give a damn what happens to relations between Aamir Khan and his brother. I've got my problems to worry about, my issues that this (as was the case with the previous) govt. had promised to solve, but did not. I wanna know the status of that, rather than switch on the Tv and have some guy, whose closest relatives have now dismembered him, host a Tv news show about what pissed off Salman! I don't wanna see how scores of young women, in their twenties or thirties (or forties or even fifties at times), have assembled outside of SRKs, or Hrithik's bungalow just to get a glimpse and listen to the lame ass narrator boast how well they've got the situation covered from all angles! Jesus, I'm sure there are more important things for which we need the media, but more definitively, not for such a preposterous, filthy, ill-thought and prematurely conceived and showering of iconic status on our "heroes" and "heroines".
The most unfortunate part of the whole saga is that in all of this the media has ensured diversion of truth, not by lying, but by not telling. The real heroes are left unsung, the real tragedies are never mentioned. The truth is buried under the debris of an attitude, sell what sells! I remember watching on Star News recap of Hindi serials!! Goodness me! I mean, you know what I mean right? It seems that with the burgeoning revenues and fat bottom lines that the Tv media has got accustomed to see, it has somewhere lost the track. Its not derailed though, not as yet. Thanks to the likes of Rajdeep Sardesai, Barkha Dutt. but surely not 'cos of "The RKB Show". (Dear Lord, invitees on that show were not even recognised by their neighbours!). Now is the time when some clear leadership is established in this field. There needs to be someone who takes the truth by the scruff of its neck and present it to us, in as crude, rough, real for as it is. The media, one would do well to acknowledge, is a medium of seeing things. It must be ensured that this medium is as clear so as to give a distort-less view of the ground zero. We don't want someone to draw conclusions for us, give us the news, let us draw the inference ourselves.
One hopes with each passing day, the media would get even more mature and take up the responsibility. But no, all such hopes are laid to rest when you have a channel that has been the "best" for six consecutive years and it airs what is the only pic in this blog. Need I say more?
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I hate it. I must admit. I hate the fact that some jackass/jenny is lying somewhere (pun intended..this is for you, the one who asked me today) in his house and then using the internet or orkut more synonymously to project himself/herself as(s) the king/queen of the world. I just hate it. I'm sure you do too. But then, come to think of it, maybe thats what I & u do as well. I mean, we write about ourselves in the "about me" of orkut and claim ourselves to be the alpha-male, eternal beauty of the universe. But, thats what orkut, or more so the net is all about. Its about a fat-ass claiming to have washboards, its about a never-been-asked-out claiming to be Miss Universe! Worse, its about fakies.
Its about the ones we could never be, so why not be someone in this world (the net) who we can never be in real world, the real world where flesh sweats, our voice is coarse and face ugly? All this comes from being a part of orkut for the last 2 yrs (almost) now. This sheer frustration of reading profiles where girls have got "no friend requests" and boys have got "i'm cool" templates! Ah, enough is enough. I think its time these sons of bitches and bitches themselves (yes, I said that!) woke up, smelt the coffee and had a nice look in the mirror and saw what everyone else around them sees, nothing!
I hate the way people act so cool on the net. Maybe you think, I'm trying to be one right now, well i don't give a FUCK about what you think. I look like a nice boy. A nice boy I am, but get on my wrong side and Ill brush you tougher than Symonds brushed that streaker! I'm really pissed. I don't know about what. Maybe its about the fact that my friend is delaying my next blog feed....maybe its about having a lot to do, but yet not having the mood to. Maybe its about just being stuck up the whole week, the same routines, an ennui. But, Ill tell you what, stop being a net-dude. Stop the bullshit, or you'll be in it one day! I was not born to be nice to you, neither were you. But as you grow up you realise that you've gotta give everyone their fair chance, even the latest stranger. We grow up and we build friends, orkut is just a place where strangers meet, your closest friends were once strangers, be nice to the newer ones.
Step out of the net-addiction. Step into the real world. Spend time with the ones who care for you, rather than try be super-cool in front of strangers, who are most definitely trying to do the same. Who are we kidding? We're all so different in our real lives. Are we?
Ever sine the first time i saw a heavy metal video, Robbie Williams, and other crazy people, ive always wanted a taboo tattoo. But I never have had that kind of money chance. But boy o' boy, does Pauly Unstoppable make me feel like a lousy excuse grunting ass lesser man.
Im currently working on a blog, till then hopefully this will suffice ur appetite that has become so dependent on my blogworks!!
I want a tattoo!!
