(Apologies for incoherent rant but I had to get it out of my system)
If you ever find me wandering about on the streets gesticulating absently and talking to myself, you can tell yourself Naren has lost his mind at last. Unless of course I have got a blue-tooth headset, but that's most unlikely because I have no clue how to bind one with my phone. No, a nervous break-down it will be. And the cause highest on the probability list is a Miss India pageant.
My main grouses?
Grouse no. 1.
The insincerity in the pageant is of the highest standard. It makes Amar Singh look like Abe Lincoln in comparison. (Try imagining Amar Singh giving a Gettysburg address" Four score and seven weeks ago Mulayam singh and I brought forth on this subcontinent a new political equation, conceived in the proposition that elected representatives can be purchased, not just votes.
Now we are engaged in a great election battle, testing whether this proposition can long endure. .........
..... and that this government of the minorities by the minorities and for the minorities, shall not perish in the course of its full term."). I digress, of course. I was talking about insincerity. The presenters R. Madhavan and Malaika Arora tried their best to breathe some life into the proceedings by smiling brightly but as Confucius said "he who talk rot cannot mask it by smiling brightly". He knew a thing or two about pageants, Confucius did.
Grouse No. 2
The contestants were extremely plain.
I'm no Richard Gere myself but these bimbos are supposed to be dishy, in order to make up for their lack of sincerity. Gah!
Grouse No. 3
Stupid questions and no snappy answers.
The judges ask questions like "If you meet God what is the ONE thing you would ask him?" and the bimbos of course say "World Peace" and "One religion" when it is begging for something on the lines of "What is the smallest prime number that can be expressed as the product of two sequential prime numbers" or "Why don't men menstruate?".
Why did I watch it then? Mrs. S. decreed.