My parents recently got a satellite dish installed so that they could see Sun TV here in
I've never been a fan of the reality-dance TV shows here in the
The bath tub from Hell. Do not play this video if you are pregnant, are easily frightened or if you love life. Consider yourself warned.
The other one is called 'Super Dancer' and is judged by a really old guy who wears a white hat to cover his bald patch, and former actress but current item number dancer Malavika.
A valiant attempt at a joke that will most probably fail:
I believe that Malavika should advertise Super Dancer with the tag line ' C u at 9 '.
Reasons this joke could fail:
1. You have never heard of the film 'C u at 9'. If you haven't you are probably not from Chennai, or you are and you somehow failed to notice the brilliant title of this movie on the numerous posters that were stuck on the walls when the movie was released (I guess you might have been looking at something else).
2. Super Dancer is not telecast at 9PM.
3. You do not possess the sense of humour required to appreciate such clever wit. (If, however, you did laugh heartily at the joke, please give yourself a pat on the back. You have a fine taste for all things funny.)
I digress. The point of this post was to share the pain that I feel when I watch the above two shows, not to make you feel pained. The most annoying aspect of these two shows for me is not the horrible dancing. Oh no, that can be tolerated if you focus on the wall right behind the TV. The most annoying part of these shows is when the judges start talking. Mumtaj and Malavika are not native Tamil speakers and they are judging a show on Tamil television. Well, I guess that makes sense. The problem occurs when they try to use English to complement the Tamil that could wake up Thiruvalluvar from the grave.
"Confident vaenum ma (You need confident)" was one such line of wisdom uttered by Mumtaj. The clincher, though, was "Unga feel enna? (What was your feel?)”.
I finally realized that I had found the motivation to go to the gym as I lifted my lazy ass off the couch and walked towards the tread-mills, not waiting to hear the answer for that beautifully phrased question.