{"id":168,"date":"2007-04-23T08:28:00","date_gmt":"2007-04-23T08:28:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fridaynirvana.com\/fiction\/2007\/04\/bachchan-tv-are-you-bored-yet.html"},"modified":"2011-06-30T20:30:53","modified_gmt":"2011-06-30T20:30:53","slug":"bachchan-tv-are-you-bored-yet","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.fridaynirvana.com\/fiction\/2007\/04\/bachchan-tv-are-you-bored-yet.html","title":{"rendered":"Bachchan TV : Are you bored yet ?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/amodini\/491385128\/\" title=\"Photo Sharing\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm1.static.flickr.com\/207\/491385128_799ed87352_o.jpg\" width=\"379\" height=\"260\" align=\"left\" hspace=\"10\" vspace=\"10\" alt=\"gates2\" \/><\/a>On the TV I see big, solid GATES. A few moments pass by, but the picture is unwavering. Still the same GATES. GATES which open and close, leaving me with glimpses of a few, well-dressed people, gathered inside. The camera slowly pans over the large GATES, searching for some orifice, through which to peer. A few minutes pass, and we have some audio now. The newsperson (I am assuming that it is a newsperson who has the time to stand around and watch GATES open and close) tells us that Sushmita Sen is entering. I can&#8217;t see her. All I can see is those dratted GATES. Oh, wait, oh wait, is Kajol there too ? And Ajay Devgun ? I can barely contain my excitement ! I can&#8217;t see her (but never mind). These revelations have sent my hearbeat racing. The TRP&#8217;s must be going through the roof at the sight of those now familiar GATES.<\/p>\n<p>Oh, such entertainging television this ! Who would have thought that television footage starring big, solid GATES could be so exciting ? A whole movie, minutes and minutes of it starring THE GATES ? Those TALL, DARK, HANDSOME GATES ? I anticipate juicy details &#8211; how and when THE GATES open and close, who they let in and who they let out, what they contain ! What are their lives like; is there sorrow, is ther joy ? Do they celebrate with the Bachchan&#8217;s in their big moment of joy ? Did Abhishek baba as a boy, swing from these very GATES ? I am sure that THE GATES of the Bachchan mansion will spill all since their owners have been so very un-forthcoming, and we the plebian TV watching folk will have to satisfy ourselves with the saga of THE BACHCHAN GATES, instead of the Bachchan&#8217;s themselves. There is no lack of big, opague GATES in Mumbai &#8211; why don&#8217;t the TV channels stand outside more GATES more often ?<\/p>\n<p>So, what exactly is going on ? Is this some new life-changing experience being documented for eternity on television ? Some new form of Nirvana to be achieved by whilig away the day outside big brown (or black), large, opaque GATES trying to get glimpses of the chosen few ? If you haven&#8217;t guessed already, this is the spectacle of the Abhishek-Aishwarya wedding being telecast over television, and beamed halfway across the world, to chai-sipping, desi folk like me. And lest you misunderstand, the wedding isn&#8217;t actually going live on television, rather it&#8217;s our voyeuristic anticipation of it that it. While the Bachchan family insist that it is a small, private affair, (and get 9 bus-loads of baraatis to prove it), the media is just as determined to make it a public one. Thus, mediapersons and their cameras hang around all day (and all night ?) like hungry dogs waiting around to be thrown a bone.<\/p>\n<p>We hear a ball-by-ball account of the goings-on outside the gate. Ofcourse since this is a private affair, no-one is allowed inside. Every time the gate opens, and closes we know. The faces of the security guards standing outside the Bachchan bungalow are now so familiar, I could probably identify them out of vast crowds. The 9 buses which will contain the baraatis are loading up now, we are told. Sure enough, outside THE GATES, curtained, air-conditioned buses draw up, and corpulent, silk-swathed Punjabi aunties with high <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Body_mass_index\">BMIs<\/a>, and uncles in pagdis start boarding.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/amodini\/491385132\/\" title=\"Photo Sharing\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm1.static.flickr.com\/221\/491385132_06c4774c7d_o.jpg\" width=\"380\" height=\"249\" align=\"right\" hspace=\"10\" vspace=\"10\" alt=\"gates3\" \/><\/a>The next day I switch channels to Star News to see more intriguing footage. A flower bedecked car, at the head of a long cavalcade of expensive imported cars, is vending it&#8217;s way down a narrow road. People and camera-weilding persons on foot, run alongside, peeering in through the car windows, and the windshield. The car makes agonizingly, slow progress. The voice-over tells me this is Aishwarya&#8217;s bidaai, and Amitabh Bachchan and Co. are driving their new bahu home. I fear that that the speed at which they are going, it&#8217;s going to take all day. I switch off the TV, turn over and go back to sleep. I&#8217;ll check back tomorrow &#8211; they should have reached by then.<\/p>\n<div class=\"blogger-post-footer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1\" height=\"1\" src=\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/tracker\/11570614-6448822067756125514?l=reviewroom.blogspot.com\" alt=\"\" \/><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>On the TV I see big, solid GATES. A few moments pass by, but the picture is unwavering. Still the same GATES. GATES which open and close, leaving me with glimpses of a few, well-dressed people, gathered inside. The camera slowly pans over the large GATES, searching for some orifice, through which to peer. 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