Reality Check

Have been horribly addicted to Zee Sa Re Ga Ma Pa for the last few months. Seem to be among those who both eagerly awaited the final result of the music competition, and, rather dreaded its end. now what will I do on Friday nights? Yes I have no life.

The much advertised 'live telecast' was, as foreseen, a bit of a washout with too many glittery-spandex clad back-up dancers and too much lip syncing. Much of my time was spent wondering at the absurd clothing on display,

-Bappi Lahiri really does wear too much gold. I know many must have said this in the past but its so true that it can stand the repetition. Really.
- Akshay Kumar came wearing a coat and muffler but no shirt. Was he feeling cold or not- and why didn't he know?
- Himesh Reshammiya, who isn't an index of good taste in any sense, and shouldn't be taken seriously anyway, has foregone the better part of the front of his shirt for most of the season. A dose Himesh-cleavage regularly on Fridays and Saturdays- just what every girl needs to feel complete. The new sorta-shirtless look seems to be doing the rounds and it really bothers me, aesthetically it just seems wrong. If you don't want to wear a shirt don't wear one. Don't wear half of one.

Zee Tv and its numerous Zee spawn are shady and to be suspected. In blogging about them I feel shady and dubious myself. Though the post is about clothes- can I defend one form of frivolity with another?

But, I am on holiday. In a week I shall return to the real world- that alternate existence where there is no desire to send votes for Amanat. I'm sad he lost. And he gave away the watch he receieved as a consolation prize for six months of singing, to his mentor. I wouldn't have. How very sweet. In one week I shall mock those who react as emotionally as I have to a probably-rigged reality show. In one week.