How could you do this to me Mtv?
The most awesome roadie, the one with the coolest attitude, the heir-apparent to the earlier rockstar Bani, not to mention her sigh-oh-so-cute looks, Ankita has been voted out in the very first episode of Roadies.
For those who don't know Roadies: http://www.mtvindia.com/mtv/mymtv/shows/roadies05/
To see Ankita: http://www.mtvindia.com/mtv/mymtv/shows/roadies05/rodieprofile.htm - She's in black.
Of all the miserable things that could've happened to spoil the day, this is the worst. I was so looking forward to seeing her journey on with the Roadies. Now don't get me wrong, the fact that she's really pretty is not the only reason i'm distraught at the thought of not seeing her on TV more often. She had that awesome cool defiant call-a-spade-a-spade attitude that I really love. She would've blossomed out as the show would've progressed, the lone beacon of in your face defiance in the face of petty politics and groupism and backstabbing. She sounded intelligent, articulate and cool - that awesome combination.
And to cap it all she had that 'voice'.There's an undertone in her voice that makes it so alluring that you can just sit and listen to her talk for hours and hours (Which I was planning to do by watching all the re-runs of Roadies everytime they came. Alas, no more).
But they ganged up against her, the @#%%!#$%^s. Ganged up against a poor innocent defenceless girl. 10 votes to push her out of the show. 10 votes. Out of 12.
They got scared of her, they knew she'd have beaten them all.
Don't worry Ankita, you're winner in my eyes (I bet it counts for something, not much, but something atleast)
AND I will not be watching Roadies this year. Its just not going to be worth it without Ankita. (Well,er..let me think this through - Shambhavi is quite cute too...)
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Sunday, February 10, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Me wants to judge too!! ...
What an absolutely awesome job those two guys have! You know the ones I’m talking about – the bald one with strange spectacles and the one with the goatee and the oh-so-difficult-to-reach-boiling-point. Yes, yes I’m back to watching Roadies on MTv (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MTV_Roadies ).
Last year we had the most awesome time as everyone around was hooked on the show and watching roadies was a very regular feature every week. Bani (sigh…) was my favourite and many a pitched (verbal) battles were fought in our living room while I defended my damsel’s honour against a bevy of Bani-haters. It was the first time I saw a reality show in its entirety and enjoyed it (Yes, I do not watch chhote ustad, bade ustad, sa, sa re ga ma, sa re ga, sa re ga ma, sa re ga ma pa, sa re ga ma pa dha…unto infinity. And I’m proud of it! ).
Ok, ok coming back to the judge’s job.
To be paid to be sarcastic is such a dream come true for me! Its like getting money for ragging – how cool is that! So you sit infront of the hapless interviewee, go through some crap he/she has written in the hope of getting attention (and hence a spot in the final 13) and then you unload with both barrels on the wet-behind-the-ear-guy who thought, while sitting in his college canteen – surrounded by a bevy of admiring friends, that he had written such clever answers.
Hey, its even better than ragging – here you get a form full of mines and bombs to be used against the rag-ee (er…probably a wrong word, but you get what I mean, don’t you? There, that’s my loyal intelligent readership ). Its heaven. You can take each and every word that the poor chap has written, lace it with oodles of sarcasm and throw it back at him and watch him feel like the biggest idiot on earth!
Its like shooting fish in a barrel, I tell you, just too easy…
And of course, when the pretty girls walk in to give their interviews, emphasis here please, you get their numbers on the form straight away! No effort required to chat them up – the number is just right there! How brilliant is that? Hats off to Raghu who created the show and fixed himself as the permanent judge. I bet his li’l black book is teeming with amazing phone numbers now. Lucky bugger…grrr
And to add to that, you can filter out the chaff by asking personal questions. So you can ensure there’s no goalkeeper (read: boyfriend, husband, parole officer, psychopath stalker etc.) lurking in the background, find out her interests (so you can sound intelligent and interesting atleast on the first date, before your real 'intellect' peeks through)
All in all, what an amazing job to have even though I haven't even spoken about the amazing journeys you make, the adventures you see people do etc etc. I'm sure those two guys had to play a dirty dirty game of office politics to get the job!
Whaaa! I want the job too, please please…somebody help....
Last year we had the most awesome time as everyone around was hooked on the show and watching roadies was a very regular feature every week. Bani (sigh…) was my favourite and many a pitched (verbal) battles were fought in our living room while I defended my damsel’s honour against a bevy of Bani-haters. It was the first time I saw a reality show in its entirety and enjoyed it (Yes, I do not watch chhote ustad, bade ustad, sa, sa re ga ma, sa re ga, sa re ga ma, sa re ga ma pa, sa re ga ma pa dha…unto infinity. And I’m proud of it! ).
Ok, ok coming back to the judge’s job.
To be paid to be sarcastic is such a dream come true for me! Its like getting money for ragging – how cool is that! So you sit infront of the hapless interviewee, go through some crap he/she has written in the hope of getting attention (and hence a spot in the final 13) and then you unload with both barrels on the wet-behind-the-ear-guy who thought, while sitting in his college canteen – surrounded by a bevy of admiring friends, that he had written such clever answers.
Hey, its even better than ragging – here you get a form full of mines and bombs to be used against the rag-ee (er…probably a wrong word, but you get what I mean, don’t you? There, that’s my loyal intelligent readership ). Its heaven. You can take each and every word that the poor chap has written, lace it with oodles of sarcasm and throw it back at him and watch him feel like the biggest idiot on earth!
Its like shooting fish in a barrel, I tell you, just too easy…
And of course, when the pretty girls walk in to give their interviews, emphasis here please, you get their numbers on the form straight away! No effort required to chat them up – the number is just right there! How brilliant is that? Hats off to Raghu who created the show and fixed himself as the permanent judge. I bet his li’l black book is teeming with amazing phone numbers now. Lucky bugger…grrr
And to add to that, you can filter out the chaff by asking personal questions. So you can ensure there’s no goalkeeper (read: boyfriend, husband, parole officer, psychopath stalker etc.) lurking in the background, find out her interests (so you can sound intelligent and interesting atleast on the first date, before your real 'intellect' peeks through)
All in all, what an amazing job to have even though I haven't even spoken about the amazing journeys you make, the adventures you see people do etc etc. I'm sure those two guys had to play a dirty dirty game of office politics to get the job!
Whaaa! I want the job too, please please…somebody help....
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