Have u ever tried to ponder just why our very own TeeVee is so sarcastically referred to as the Idiot Box? (Yes! Mr.J.L.Baird my sympathies with you! [sobs..]) Then here ends your quest for the answer which has eluded mankind since time immemorial (ok..ok..hold on) Well I m proud to have actually come across(or rather tripped over!) a wonderful explanation yesterday…
Roti in one hand and the Remote in the other, I zero in on a news channel, Aaj Tak to be precise, with immense valour and shock-absorbing mindset, to discover that my expectations of craziness are quite out-dated with the times! The news : a woman, while ogling at the scenes of some ‘K’ serial on Star Plus, gets a stroke and dies!(Now please don’t buzz me with questions about which serial it was…I don’t know and I hope you don’t either[gives that stern look]) The reason : Smriti Irani, who is revered by the house-wife community as their demi-goddess, falls(rather is made to fall!) into a ravine, thus throwing her out, permanently, from her character and from the daily soap also…Now guys! She didn’t win that constituency, did she? Or was she unwilling to remarry in the serial yet…. Ahem! Ahem!
Now guess guess....who is the idiot?? Of course, the woman! (No credits for guessing that!) Honestly, no ill-feelings meant to the woman and her family. My deep condolences…May Her Soul Rest in Peace! But that bloody Ekta makes a damn soap, throws up twists and curves in them as if making jalebis in burning hot oil, pumps up enough bucks through advertisements to survive her flop-show brother’s box office crashes and ultimately who’s the scapegoat? The very woman, who sacrilegiously sits down in front of the TeeVee, sacrificing an evening out with her husband. So emotionally strung and socially entwined she is that her real life is encroached upon by the pretending-to-be-real reel world and….SHE DIES! [eyes pop out, tongue falls out…ekdum Mask style] Yet…did you ever hear a Nandigram revolt against the woman in the daily soap who marries her husband, her husband’s brother, brother’s friend, friend’s driver and again her husband and…until it gets beyond her own mathematical abilities to keep track of her pati-parmeshwars. Strange!!
Whatever…Starting with the blame-game, the typical woman shall blame Star for running too realistic a story (huh ...then it is expected that they run unreal stories??), Star shall sue Ekta for portraying such ruthlessness, when she could have never killed Irani (now...Who is writing the script!), Ekta shall talk of woman emancipation and argue that this is what happens in India! Hence, then you blame the people and the society, then the Indian family life, then that Indian Family, without a mother and a wife, due to which the whole fiasco started…eeekkks…where have we arrived at now, the place where we started off!! So there proved…‘who’s the idiot?’!
And because we have no one left to blame, so we blame our very own TeeVee!! As it makes the woman look like the idiot hence it is the ‘Idiot Box’…But things don’t end here[nods her head left & right].The big question is ‘Who is really the real Idiot?’…..YOU! (the Oscar to you if you guessed that). By simple reasoning I can conclude that you are neither one who sees daily soaps (coz you wouldn’t be reading this if you did watch that crap), nor Ekta nor the woman who died valiantly in the premises of her drawing room (if only she would have read this she wouldn’t have died!) And if you think you can convince the ladies of the house with your pep-talk then …Here comes your Doomsday! Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you!! So why are you reading this, after all??
Now Now Hey!!…If I know that my message is never going to reach the concerned audience then why am I writing!! Ultimately it’s me who’s the Idiot…Oh God!…Fine! Just digest this : It is the TeeVee which made me look like the Idiot…Thus, Therefore, Finally….our very own TeeVee is the ‘Idiot Box’!! [stamps her feet and walks off!!]