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Behind the doors: In the Bigg Boss house, masks and Rahul Mahajan's towel are slipping off File photo |
The obsession is partly due to the involvement of certain close friends in the reality show and partly because it is perennially in the news. This makes it quite legit for me to keep an eye on the Bigg Boss House without feeling banal or guilty. I sleep in the wee hours, happy in the thought that I have been working through the night...
I must confess I am beginning to admire the guy who conceptualised Bigg Boss. The show reminds me of an experiment in which perfectly normal rats were made to share a small living space. After a few days, the rats began killing each other. The experiment, if I recall correctly, was to prove how confined spaces could play havoc with the social skills which help us co-exist.
In the Bigg Boss house, masks and Rahul Mahajan's towel are slipping off. Bare, naked human nature, in all its flamboyant crassness, shocks as much as it titillates. How can Raja Choudhary hit Sambhavana Seth - knowing full well that such violence will only prove his actress wife's charge of cruelty in real life? How can Rahul, he with political ambitions, do a jungle dance wearing nothing but a short towel?
Or wear a shimmy, sleep in pink sheets and discuss his manicures and pedicures with the other housemates? The bindaas Sambhavana repeatedly refers to what Raja's blows have done to her tender breasts, sparing little thought to her darling parents who must be glued to their TV sets to catch a glimpse of her.
The show can be fixed but nothing can fix the real selves of the people who are under a 24/7 scanner in the Bigg Boss House. The human cocktail that spills into my living space every night is amazing, as well frightening. I wouldn't want to meet some of the 'famous' people in the show in a dark alley ever!
