A tryst with television

One fine evening, I grabbed the TV remote in search for some entertainment. The first channel introduced me to grave settings and dramatic music. I was gripped and expected a nail biting, thrilling episode of a reality game, based on adventure sports or the like.

Celebrity presence is inevitable. I could now hear wails of a woman, and two men consoling the lady in question with knives in their hands. This wasn't just intriguing but scary, and here I felt I was in for an indoor adrenaline rush, the kind I had not witnessed since the days of the Evil Dead trilogy. But here, the men looked far from capable of violence and so did the woman.

The men had weapons and a woman had made a mistake that was going to change her life, on the show and forever

I gathered from some cryptic dialogues that the lady was being put to a test. After swapping channels during ad breaks, I was back to the same channel with the test in progress. The woman now had tears welling up her eyes again with a force that could put a child to shame.

The men had weapons in their hands again but this time they were rounded and resembled spoons, giant sized ones. The woman had made a mistake and this we hear, was going to change her life, on the show and forever.
Something of the nature of a broth was brewing in one corner of the room, and fingers were being pointed in its direction. I did the math and suddenly did not want to be witness to such an act of cold bloodedness on live television.

I switched to watch KBC for a few minutes to drive away the gruesome details of what I would have been watching instead. Here too, a woman on the show was in tears and AB also had moist eyes, and reaching out for tissuesm(not cheque). Tired with the melodrama, I returned to the previous show to let my suspense end.
The settings of the previously mentioned trial like situation were missing and thewoman was no longer crying. The weapons were laid out and judgement was being pronounced of why she would continue to remain in the show.

The mystery had unfolded and this was Master Chef India that I had been watching. The crime committed was a crumbled mess of something called a Rasgulla Cake and the elimination involved a broth where the woman had wrongly guessed cumin seeds for an ingredient.

u00a0I had been like many other hapless evening entertainment craving not-so-TV-savvy victmised by a reality showu00a0-- over a matter as grave as that of cumin seeds and soup.