Skip to main content

Reality Shows - Are they real?

Reality shows are catching up in India big time. They are considered a welcome change from the daily soaps, chat shows and film-based entertainment shows and enjoy a huge following, a loyal audience and a die-hard fan club. I have not been a big fan of reality shows, not having watched the popular American reality shows like “The Apprentice” or that show that promises a scholarship to an ivy-league school to the deserving school or even those old Indian “Swayamvara” style shows where you choose your life partner among the contenders after dating, dining and wining them.

I had my first taste of these reality shows during the past six months when I have watched and kept track of the much advertised and awaited Indian version of the UK reality show, Big Brother that made headlines in India because of the racist comments purported to have been made against one of the show participants, our very own Bollywood actress, Shilpa Shetty.

“Bigg Boss” was a change from the usual shows that I had been used to after having literally grown up on DD’s Hindi serials and Chitrahaar and my first taste of American serials coming from “Street Hawk”. Whether it was a welcome change or not is of course open to debate. After watching the first few episodes and satisfying my initial curiosity, I got skeptical and began to have strong doubts on whether it was really a non-scripted show. The more I watched it, the more this suspicion turned into certainty. Are these reality shows really and truly “real” as claimed by the show producers and participants or are they scripted albeit to a lesser extent compared to the traditional TV shows?

“Bigg Boss” had lots of drama, fights, politics and tears. It even had an element of romance thrown in with Aryan Vaid and Anupama Verma’s friendship showing signs of becoming more than that. All this looked too good to be real. The flying rages, conspiracies, constant bickering and bitching seemed to be done to attract an audience. With the celebrities being paid very good money to be a part of the show and the kind of publicity that they were receiving from just being on the show, would winning the show really matter so much that they would resort to plotting and sketching against their fellow housemates? It is really hard to believe that the producers would want nothing to do with the TRP’s and would be comfortable with the uncertainty surrounding a format that primarily depends on the show stars to drive the ratings. I strongly believe that producers decide what happens in the show and when. But, of course, unlike in the other shows, stars here will have more say on how it happens and it will mostly be left to their discretion to decide the ‘how’ part.

Of course, this one show is not enough to make a judgment on all reality shows in general. But, if the other shows are anything like Bigg Boss, I would bet my bottom dollar (actually, it has to be rupee in my case) that they are manipulated, scripted and doctored to win TRP’s just like any other TV show.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

What you see is what you get

Back in my childhood days in the eighties, Television was a luxury only the rich could afford. Good quality TVs were generally imported from Singapore which was the electronics haven in those days. Singapore flight passengers could be seen, surrounded by a minimum of 4-5 huge boxes, standing in long queues to clear customs at the airport. There were also the Desi brands – the Dyanoras and the Solidaires that were owned by people who couldn’t afford a trip to Singapore to get a international brand TV. In my small hometown, there were only two TVs for the entire neighborhood and the Indian government controlled Doordarshan was the emperor of the TV world. TV antennas would literally reach the sky. We would be especially friendly with the kids from these houses in order to wheedle an invitation to watch some TV. Returning home from school, I would dump my school bag on the bed, quickly change out of the school uniform, drink the dreaded milk and gathering all other friends, run to meet my

Glimpses from my whirlwind 90-day sabbatical travels

  One of the best policies that my company offers is a 3-month paid sabbatical on completing 10 years. I had toyed with many ideas on how to spend these hard earned 3 months – write a book, upskill myself, find a hobby outside work, do a personal project but none of these excited me as much as traveling did. The idea of going backpacking through Europe without too much planning and experiencing each city like a local was something that I had only read about. I had never in my wildest dreams imagined that I would do it myself one day. After many false starts and stops due to work and personal priorities, I finally applied to take my sabbatical in May 2020. I made up my mind to try backpacking but with a slight (or rather a big) twist – something that I would feel comfortable doing solo. The plan was to choose solo traveler friendly places to visit, decide how many days to spend in each place, book accommodation and leave the local sightseeing open. I created a 6-week itinerary that woul

Harassed by the Traffic Inspector

Around a week back, my friend and I had a strange encounter with the traffic police. It would have been almost funny had it not been for the Policeman’s serious disregard for the welfare of the commuters. It was around 8 pm in the evening, a busy day, as is the case on all weekdays, with lots of traffic. I was driving back home from work. A friend was with me and we had just passed Krumbigal Road when we were asked to pull over by the Traffic police at the junction of Krumbigal Road and RV Road. This junction – Siddaiah Circle/Lalbagh West Gate circle does not have traffic lights and there is a traffic police regulating traffic. When I was asked to pull over, I thought it was for a routine check of my driver’s license, car insurance and other documents. The traffic inspector’s assistant asked to look at my license and when I gave it to him, he asked me to get down and talk to the traffic inspector. When I walked over to talk to him, he asked me, without any preamble, if I would pay