Delhi – The Rape Capital

It’s 07:45 am. It’s a beautiful Sunday morning in the capital town of India, New Delhi. New Delhi is the capital of India. India is a great country. Though it is a ‘bit’ overpopulated, where ‘bit’ is being used as an understatement inducing agent.  India is also a very just nation.

Because Delhi is world’s worst places and natives of this place are really evil, Indians decided not to outcast Delhi but reward it with the title – Capital. Being a capital city is a great responsibility. You need to make sure you are overpopulated and scarce of resources. This in turn would hike prices and people would work hard and earn less. The city would get costly and to an outsider would glitter ‘RICH’.

A Rich place is a good place. Lights should always stay on. You should never sleep. Delhi never sleeps. It works 24/7. In between naps it robs, kills, scams, whores and rapes too. Delhi likes raping. India enjoys rape. India makes rape a frequent activity. Indians believe every women has a secret desire to get raped. The world also shares a similar belief.

India rapes in Delhi, Noida, Gurgaon, Surat, U.P and before you tell me to stop stating that you know this and you choose to ignore because things like these are depressing. I would like to state the real fact. Yes every women has a desire to get raped. And that is not at all a secret. And as shocking as it would hit you, every man also has a desire to get raped. The entire human consciousness has a desire to get raped, wherein rape stands for losing control over self and let the universe run it’s own course. Rape means not to try and control anything because it’s a futile attempt. Rape doesn’t always mean a sexual crime, you depraved society! That would be it for today. Have a nice day.

It’s A Long Way To The Top If You Wanna’ Rock & Roll!

 

It’s a long way to the top if you wanna Rock&Roll!

 

What the fuck is wrong with you people? I am asking this assuming, some of you might know.

Don’t you have something better to do?

 

How about television? Common, don’t be shy. It is your favorite pastime.

Not today.

Did no one make plans with you? Go to some movie or a little shopping, a little clubbing maybe. No?

That bad. Hmmm.

You can play some games, they are pretty involving. You can listen to those stupid tracks saved in your phone, you call it music. Check your FB, maybe post a selfie on INSTA. These things matter.

Isn’t that right?

You can always color your hair. Try that new shampoo you bought after seeing that commercial. Groom yourself a little. Get those yellow stained teeth cleaned. You not going to look any younger or any better. But try.

You can always sleep. I am an insomniac since the age of 14: The day I first saw a pair of titties. A 40-year-old milf neighbor showed me the doors to heaven. You call it child sex abuse. At my time, it was called fun.  Haven’t had any sleep since that day. But you love sleeping. Don’t you?

If you are hell bent on reading this, I must warn you. Nothing would change. You would read this, appreciate, get enlightened. And then the very next evening, you would go and buy something more entertaining. Who reads books? You do not get laid by reading books. Be honest.

They call me Goat-boy. I am a musician. No, no!

They call me Goat-boy. I am an artist. Oh, shit, no!

My name is Goat-boy. I am a recovering sex addict. Fuck this shit!

Okay, so my name is Goat-boy. I am diagnosed with chronic Insomnia. I am also a recovering sex addict. I play guitar. Shit man!

My name is Jack. I am an artist. Maybe. Maybe not.

But I like calling myself one. I create music, at least try to. I am not too good at what I do but seeing the current logistics, who is? Is Trump a good president?

You only need to be good to do great things: To make money, mediocrity does the trick. Look at you, you make money and good is a very distant expression for you. You are shitty and clumsy but still, you make good money. Don’t you?

I never wanted to be a musician but an interesting mix of life events landed me the trade.

 I won’t admit that it was easy but yes it wasn’t so tough either. My doctor asked me to channelize my sexual energy into something more meaningful than watching porn and wanking. He suggested me to try writing, painting, dancing… I thought a lot. None of these people get laid, a lot.

Writers, they are fucking sex starved delusional.

Painters, they are fucking sex starved crazies.

Dancers, they got no energy left to fuck.

Rock stars, You know the glamour. You would get laid, why won’t you? You are a Rock- star!

So I thought to try my hands on creating some original rock music. Apart from playing music, I also enjoy burning shit.

“Burn It To The Ground”

I was listening to the Radio. Nickelback was playing. Music always pleases me. It makes the voices in my head go away. You should also listen to music. But just wanted to advise you that, “Char bottle Vodka, Kaam uska roz ka” (Four bottles of Rum, Bitch drinks every day…. Please show me how she pukes and shits d pain away.) is not music. These lyrics are not thoughtful. If you listen to this kind of music, I am sure your God would save you. The same God whose idols you purchase for $50 at your nearest place of religious communion – A shopping mall!

I focused on the lyrics.

Well it’s midnight, damn right, we’re wound up too tight
I’ve got a fist full of whiskey, the bottle just bit me
Oh
That shit makes me bat shit crazy
We’ve got no fear, no doubt, all in balls out

We’re going off tonight
To kick out every light
Take anything we want
Drink everything in sight
We’re going till the world stops turning
While we burn it to the ground tonight

Suddenly doctor “UD” came. So, our doctor, an unattractive male in his 40’s, never got married. He got laid the first time when he was 28 years old and got his first job. That too because the nurse had a bad breakup and wanted a rebound. A decent doctor worked for her.

Now, he always had an issue with nervous ticks.

For the STUPID: Nervous ticks, are involuntary muscle movements caused by stress and anxiety.

Doc: Goat-boy, You know why you here?

Me: Yes sir.

Doc: Then you also know that if you do not stop lighting fire to financial institutions, they would send you to a prison. They are only acting patient with you because of your fan following.

Me: No problem. I would light the prison on fire. Lighting fire is my passion. I like it.

Doc: No. It’s a medical condition. You are a delusional and an Arsonist. You need medical attention.

Me: Okay Sir. As you say. But did you ever think why I only burn Financial institutions?

UD: Tell me!

Me: Financial institutions make money. Money is historically an emergent market phenomenon establishing a commodity money, but nearly all contemporary money systems are based on fiat money.[4] Fiat money, like any check or note of debt, is without use value as a physical commodity. It derives its value by being declared by a government to be legal tender; that is, it must be accepted as a form of payment within the boundaries of the country, for “all debts, public and private”. (For the stupid – Money is just a piece of paper and it has no value because it has no great saying or quote written over it. It’s abso-fuckin-lutely of no value.)

UD: Got it. Now make sure you buy your prescription from the shop outside. And also book the next week’s visit by paying $250 advance. Get well soon, Goatboy. We love you! 😊

Let’s get naked and run through the Jungle!

Let’s get naked and run through the Jungle!

 

A thought just came to my mind. A minute ago. Let’s get naked and run through the Jungle. I know what you are thinking, “Aa gaya pagla phir se.” (Here comes the crazy again.) But then in my defense, I have all the facts with me. Please hear me out for two minutes. I won’t rob you off your wealth. Corporations and religions are for that purpose. I just need two minutes, please. And also, “Insanity is just a state of mind like sanity. Who knows who’s what? I certainly don’t (#mostdef)”

My question to you is, “Why not?” We are clothed and civilized because we are supposedly social beings. But are we? I don’t see many social things being done around. I just see few people making money and others buying the goods made and sold by them. Then I also see Television, (fuck Television – the kind you watch. I watch RT.com), which has a propaganda content airing 24/7*365. Everywhere they teach you how to buy things and how to make money to buy em. No one teaches you to achieve freedom and not to willingly submit to slavery. A wise man said –

Don’t let the ones that want to steal your dreams 
They’ll steal your dreams away 
Just laugh and let it go 

So you’ve tried to pass along your doubt 
Oh you need somebody’s ears to hear you shout 
All your wasted and days and twisted ways are up 
So now it’s time to see the cards you dealt 

Don’t let the ones that want to steal your dreams 
They’ll steal your dreams away 
Just laugh and let it go 

A wise one said. Not me. I am the crazy one. So, the point being made is, “What’s the point of a consumerist society?” Why fight for it’s thriving? Let it perish and rot away in oblivion. Let’s just orchestrate a Phoenix event. (In the historical record, the Phoenix could symbolize renewal in general as well as the sun, time, the Empiremetempsychosisconsecrationresurrection, life in the heavenly ParadiseChristMaryvirginity, the exceptional man, and certain aspects of Christian life”.[3]). We no longer need to buy things. All of us who want things to change and pave way for a better tomorrow, Let’s just sell our possessions. Buy a ton of books. Buy a backpack. Burn our identifications. Become no one. Because “It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.”

“Let’s be a part of the great Rainbow Family. Let’s get naked and run through the Jungle!”

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Are you a chimp?

Are you a chimp?

 

Darwin told you, a long time ago that you were a chimp! You agreed, Didn’t you? But he made a small error. Yes, I said it. Loud and clear that Darwin made a mistake. Great men make mistakes too. That’s why Rome fell.

Darwin said you were a chimp. No motherfucker! You still are. Yes, you evolved physically but then that’s about it. You did not read books. You thought it’s too much of work. Let’s just look good and dress well, design an economy which resembles musical chair. Someone would always lose. It’s a musical chair. Those are the rules. And then you decided to fuck nature up and you enjoying, having fun. Just like chimps do. Break twigs, shit, puke, fuck, steal, at times hunt too. That’s your whole fucking story.

So, you still are a chimp! You were a chimp and you are a chimp.

I know some of you are laughing right now thinking I am joking but no I am not. I am damn serious. I am as serious as you were when you decided to nuke Hiroshima to make a point. A very small point. That you were a better chimp. Not so long ago you also decided to eliminate a breed of fellow individuals. One of the alpha male of your esteemed chimp community, ‘Sir great chimp – Hitler’, decided to kill Jews. You just stood there in shock and awe and I don’t know what as I wasn’t born then.

In my time another chimp, ‘Sir Donald fucking Trump chimp’ is doing the same. He wishes to kill every Muslim brother. That’s how chimps do it.

Now some of you are thinking what is my propaganda behind writing this. Am I a Muslim? Am I a naturalist? Do I have a PhD? How am I so confidently stating the but obvious truth. Well, for your chimp brain let’s just assume that I am Charlie Marvin, seventh great-grandson of Charles Darwin. And I also talk to the universe, because I am a human being, not a chimp! Unlike you.

So, please pay a very close attention to what I am saying. You are a fucking chimp! Okay! And you accidentally got the gift of language. You are not supposed to know the language. Because you use it to spread hate. You do not use it to spread love or peace. You should only communicate in sign language. Because you are a chimp and chimps are not supposed to talk.

And then came the shittiest moment in human history. You chimps got access to Inter fuck it Net. Holy Fuck! What’s gonna happen now? Every fucking chimp got smart devices. LMAO! LOL! Killing fucking language. (Smiley Emoji).  Because you don’t understand language. You are not supposed to talk.

And all of you who are thinking right now that you are a human being. Well, you are wrong too. You are also a chimp! Because you don’t understand, ‘Where there is will, there is a way’.  You don’t understand,”Honesty is the best policy“. You don’t understand,”Time and tide wait for none“. You don’t understand,”Find something you love and let it kill you”. You don’t understand,”Go all the way or don’t even start”. You don’t understand,”You are a piece of shit”. I don’t know why am I wasting my time talking to you. You won’t understand.”You are a chimp!“.

Please don’t buy a book. Go buy an I-Phone.

Charles Marvin seventh great-grandson of Charles Darwin.

Artist ¦Naturalist

Spare My Voodoo Doll!

I slipped upon my tiled floor,

& almost broke my neck

spent all night preparing for it,

but still failed my test,

Whoever has my voodoo doll,

please just give it a rest!

 

My best friend hung up on me

for something that I said,

I’m quite sure I didn’t though,

my mind is a mess!

Whoever has my voodoo doll

please give it a rest!

 

My boss hates me infinity

I couldn’t have cared less,

but he took my name off the merit list,

no bonus now, I guess

Whoever has my voodoo doll

please give it a rest

 

My neighbor borrowed my car

some chick he must impress

banged the bumper, smashed the headlight

what buttons did he press?

Whoever has my voodoo doll,

please give it a rest

 

You’ve poked & prodded

shaken & bent

she’s taken a toll

it’s evident

enough of your entertainment

She cannot scream , she cannot vent

have you no heart, have you no soul?

put that needle back, you troll

I may not know, I cannot tell

but I’m sure there’s a wicked spell

that I can cast upon your deed

& make you come forth & plead

I am a decent human being

don’t wish to resort to satanic means

let’s end this game of occult chess

Please, give my voodoo doll a rest!

 

 

 

 

 

 

How To Find Tarak Mehta Ka Oolta Chashma Funny!

Find fun, when there is none!

Sounds great, doesn’t it? That’s the benefit of optimism! It’s also something I fall back on when I can’t fall asleep & it’s past midnight, my Wi-Fi isn’t working & I must make a choice between loneliness & T.V. So I chose T.V & I’m faced with yet another choice. Television Retail ‘Infomercials’ or some dumb program I wouldn’t admit to watching the next day! So I choose the latter & that’s how I end up in the company of the loud characters of ‘Tarak Mehta Ka Oolta Chashma’!

For starters, I begin with the exercise of translating the title into other languages I know.

‘Tarak Mehta’s upside down Spectacles!’ 

‘Tarak Mehta’s Lunettes à l’envers’

‘Tarak Mehta’s Occhiali da testa’

‘Tarak Mehta’s ਉਲਟਿਆ ਐਨਕਾਂ’

‘Tarak Mehta’s 颠倒的眼镜’

Exotic! And funny because I am so disinterested in the show, that I’d rather make a translation game out of it’s title than watch it! But I’m set to give it a try so…

Mission Impossible begins. The comic cues a.k.a loud sounds of laughing audiences in the  ‘sitcom’ help me identify the laughter joints where I am supposed to crack up. It’s all similar to the 5 am laughter club with their’ infectious laughter I get to hear in the park behind my apartment. But at the comic junctions of my television it’s seamless and involves less effort than those oldies in the park, I can vouch for that. You just need to practice once or twice and, believe me, it just flows…But you need to be consistent in watching…medicines also cure when taken regularly, remember the golden rule?

Have you ever been able to notice how loud the costumes , gestures and expressions are? Unbelievable! With their kind of get up, do they even need to act loud? Naah! They sometimes do try though!

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I am also always bowled over by the unique dialogues they deliver…mind blowing! I usually go “Never heard of that before” every 5 seconds of that show! That’s funny in itself. Makes you laugh. If not, try damn you! That’s what such dialogues are crafted for, we ought to respect that at the very least!

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By now, Daya Bhabhi has probably retained that wide mouthed, stretched out, ogle eye expression for life! For this alone she deserves a salute.

If nothing else, just the sheer lameness of it all ought to make you laugh! I mean look at them! It’s so bad that it’s good! Get it?

You don’t? Oh! you’re just, just, heartless that’s all! Huh!

Religious Memes

Memes are a recent internet fad that make their way into any situation in life. In fact, a day on the internet cannot go by without a few thousand memes floating around, going about their business. Everyone likes memes, c’mmoooonnnnnn times infinity if you don’t! But like everything else in this world, memes are corruptible too. And what better way to corrupt something nice & dandy than bring religion into the picture? Huh? Huh?

I am not talking about the ones that ridicule religion in itself. I am referring to the phenomenon of ‘RELIGIOUS MEMES’! Yikes!

So without playing any more games, here’s proof of the matter. I present to you, the lamest Religious Memes on the internet that will blow you’re mind more than anything else you see today. And not in a good way.

 

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    Actually you’re right! It’s hot & that scarf has no business over my head. Thanks for pointing that out!
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    She’s as badass as her daddy allows her to be!
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    But what if that’s the only time I read it huh?
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    So! Copying & pasting Hadith not such a bad idea after all eh?
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    What the fuck am I supposed to make of that?
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    Oh grow a nut! Or is that haram too?
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    Too many pins near the head could result in brain damage! And you’re living proof!
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    Okay! This one’s not lame LMAO!
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    Yeah! You better check with feminists first, Jesus! ‘Cause anybody else defining consent will get them pissed off as hell!
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    And bust your brains open!
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    Too bad!
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    Yeah! And a cat has 9 lives too!
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    So, basically, you can’t pray for SOMETHING…unless you pray for EVERYTHING! I get that, totally!

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    Makes ‘Shiva is cool stoner’ meme on the internet…writes ‘Teetotaler, proudly in matrimonial column!

When I’m Gone – The Checklist

Nobody lives forever,

Someday we’re all going to die.

And I want to sign out with a bang,

I don’t want to be that guy.

That guy who has a herd of people,

lined up to pay last respects.

I want to be that guy,

who wakes up mid mourning, to conduct some last minute checks.

Don’t worry, you’ll have a checklist handy,

to ensure that all goes well.

‘Cause if you miss out for some reason,

I shall haunt you from the depths of Hell!

So here’s my final checklist,

before I digress, 

I must confess,

This happens often.

I might be sunshine & sprinkles one moment,

The next it could be my coffin.

First things first, I want a well lit room,

where I lay in my deepest slumber.

For in my heart I’m a sunshine junkie,

’bout that I make no blunder.

My dress should be that of a bride,

’cause in life , I never got to wear one.

I got married twice, but not a single wedding,

so I’ll go fix that crap in heaven.

Next, I want everyone dressed,

in the brightest, most beautiful attire.

I want a live band to play “O Happy Day”

Along a singing choir.

There should be food of the scrumptious kind,

& wine the choicest best.

It would be great if the guest list spells “near & dear’

I don’t care about the rest.

I guess what my heart is trying to say,

is do not mourn my going away…

Bid me farewell on a happy note,

that’s my final wish.

‘Cause all my life I’ve dealt with sullen faces,

my final day, I shouldn’t have to deal with this!

HA HA HA I caught you bad,

don’t worry that last was a joke,

On an honest note I don’t want you sad,

‘Cause when you’re sad, you’re an inconsolable bloke.

And this time I won’t be there to cheer you up,

For I would have breathed my last.

So I hand you this checklist I made,

to spread the happy spell I cast!

Facebook : What Could Go Wrong?

I am not a conspiracy theory nut job. But I feel like pretending to be one right now. So be cool & play along will you? Let’s relax, take a deep breath & imagine everything that could possibly go wrong in your life because of different Facebook functions. Just for fun!

Profile Picture/Cover Picture –

While most pictures are set to a private setting in most FB accounts, it’s highly likely that your profile or cover picture is still public. Which means anybody can download it or save it & morph it to feature you on one of those porn websites you secretly visit! Even if your pictures are private, including your profile picture, what’s to stop hackers from getting into your account anyway? I mean, it could happen right? I know FB will tell you it can’t. But even a 0.1% chance is still a chance of something happening.Think about it.

Check In –

You’re basically letting the world know each tiny detail about your whereabouts. The exact location & exact time of your destination. Under what other circumstances, than the carefully engineered ones created by Facebook, would you do that? Even if sending a message to 500 people was made as easy as posting a check in on Facebook, would you do it? This is especially risky if you’re a regular visitor to the place. A jilted lover would know your travel times & patterns. It could put your children under risk for abduction, especially if you check in to their school, play pens, extra classes like gym, dance etc a lot.

Tagging –

You do realize that tagging is actually face recognition? You don’t? Think you have control over it & by simply removing tags you can fool Facebook? Try this. Tag one of your friends in a picture & then try tagging them incorrectly after 10 months. Or a year. Or two years. Facebook will tell you that’s not Mary but Jane, each time. Creepy huh.

Customized News Feed –

The customization isn’t just limited to your friends’ posts or pages you like. That would be appropriate. It goes on to decide what you want to view, based on what you search for on google, what you viewed on ANY website that has the Facebook share icon on it, what you viewed on an e-commerce website or what you recently bought. It’s like someone is watching every move you make. You shall never starve for attention again!

The ‘Heritage’ poster –

That’s right. We will follow you not only to your grave but beyond. While you are alive & well, Facebook allows you to share every little detail about your life for all to see. But what’s amazing is, even after you die, your FB account must go on, so you can add a heritage buddy who can make posts on your behalf once you die. Rumor has it that they will be launching an application called ‘Ouija’ through which your heritage buddy can contact your soul to know EXACTLY where you checked in after death. After all, the world must know that you’re ‘Feeling sad’ once you’ve checked into Hell!

So that’s the top 5 super creepy Facebook functions I could think of. I’m sure if I think hard enough I will be able to add more to it’s creepy quotient. However, I think I have indulged in more scaremongering than my soul can allow for a day. Besides, a little birdie told me that Facebook can read your thoughts while you’re looking at the home page. It just asks you to ‘What’s on your mind’ because it wants to validate whether you’re telling it the truth! Dare not be dishonest with Facebook! Or God knows where you will be ‘checking in’ next!

Indian Daily Soaps : Then & Now

It is a painful subject. But what needs to be addressed, needs to be addressed. This is the more awkward version of the dreaded ‘birds & bees’ talk that parents, up until a generation ago, had to have with their off spring. I mean, what can be more embarrassing than having to sit down with your 10 yr old & try & explain to him or her where babies come from. Right? Um, wrong. I would have ‘the talk’ with my child any day than having to explain to him what the hell is happening in the serial his family watches.

But there was a time when Indian television was far more evolved & the industry did churn out some of the most thought – provoking, sensitive & even controversial serials of the time. So, without further ado, allow me to share a list I prepared of some of the most popular television shows, then & now and what they represent.

  1. Shanti (1994)

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India’a first ever daily soap, with Mandira Bedi playing the lead, Shanti was the story of a young, confident, bold journalist who aspires to unravel the truth behind the friendship and enmity between two strong male characters in the serial & the challenges she faces in the process. Now compare that with…

Sasural Simar Ka – (2011 & Running)

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This is the story of a young girl who starts out as the ‘bahu’ (daughter in law) of a family her father chooses for her to marry into that switches from one bizarre twist to another in a matter of seconds. One episode, she’s a regular ‘bahu’ doing the dishes & minding everyone else’s business, the next, she is a fly on the wall! Some days the family dwelling is full of irate women talking to themselves planning to murder people, the next day it’s literally a house of horrors! Subtle…

2. Rajni – 1985

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This was the story of a middle class , married woman who was aware & very ahead of her times. She was fearless , strong & stood up against injustice when she saw it. The serial addressed many social issues like theft, child abuse, work place harassment etc with sensitivity & gave an important social message in each episode.

Sath Nibhana Sathiya –  2010 & Running

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This is the story of two cousins who get married into a joint family. The orphaned cousin is meek, seldom speaks & is always self-sacrificing while the other is manipulative bitch. The mothers in law, are two in number & play good cop bad cop. Then, the manipulative cousin dies & another one fills her shoes as the ‘badi bahu’ of the ‘khandaan’ . Meanwhile the husband loves the meek wife some days & shuns her on others. In one such mood swing he marries another woman, who is very ‘modern’ & then there’s a time leap. During this period the issues the collective household tackles are grave, such as a rat in the house, a laptop that’s been washed accidentally & a few murders. That’s about it.

3. Hum Log – 1984

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The first ever soap opera to be aired in the Indian sub-continent, Hum Log was the saga of  an Indian middle-class family and their daily struggles and aspirations. It was created on the lines of a Mexican television series, Ven Conmigo (1975), using the education-entertainment methodology.

Yeh Rishta Kya Kehlata Hai – 2009 & Running

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The ongoing story of a girl who becomes a ‘bahu’ then faces some challenges adjusting in the new joint family. A few stern looks here, a few subtle hints there & the episode is generally wound up except for a few  accidents & financial losses. That, & the main leads die. And there’s a time leap. And there’s a daughter. And she’s getting married. And there are stern looks here, subtle hints there. And she misses her mommy who she feels could have helped her cope with the stern looks & the subtle hints. Sob. Sob.

4. Buniyad – 1986

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This iconic television series was based on the story of a patriot & freedom fighter, Haveli Ram, & his family and their ordeal during the partition of India & Pakistan in 1947.

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Diya Aur Bati Hum – 2011 & Running

Again, the story of a young ‘bahu’ in a joint family with a stern mother in law & a loving husband. The daughter in law is faced with the choice of having a baby because the MIL wants it or become a policewoman because she wants it. Of course she ends up doing both & tackling terrorists with a nuclear bomb who threaten to diffuse it in the presence of her MIL, who she saves , who then starts to love her & realize the importance of police service all at the same time. While all this is happening, the children are ready to be married & somehow the policewoman bahu mistakes a city in Pakistan to be a city in India & ends up selecting a ‘bahu’ for her son from the ‘enemy’ country! Oops! & Gasp! What follows is MS Power point effects of orgasmic proportions. And then they die. And there’s a time leap.

5. Surabhi – 1993

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‘Surabhi’ was a popular Indian cultural show that showcased the activities and life of women and families in an enterprising society. It dealt with their success and achievements.

Splitsvilla – 2008 & Running

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A popular ‘reality’ show, where you see men & women competing to retain fellow contestants as ‘dates’ & use profanity, manipulation & overt sexuality to do so. The show usually starts with an ‘audition’ round where contestants appear to make statements like ” I want to become something”, or ” I want to prove my critics wrong” & then end up proving quite the opposite. Especially disappointing are the women, who make claims like “I was abused & all my life I have wanted to teach my abuser to respect girls & I want to show him women are not just sexual objects” & then go on to objectify themselves.

The thing is, I can go on & on, but I think I have made my point. But I can’t rest my case till I make everyone realize that this garbage being fed to our families each day exists only because we let it.

There’s no supply without a demand for something. Cut the demand. Stop watching this nonsense. Low television rating points make production houses nervous. They would have to start respecting audiences & come up with better content only if we start respecting ourselves first.

‘Fuck Television. At least the kind you watch’

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