Rakhi Ka Chachundar

The coy Indian bride dolled up in layers of finest embroided silks, hand crafted designer jewelry, padded with dangerous layers of cake declares with a tacky garland on national television " I want to get married". RS and her latest tactics to get a mugshot in tabloids is infamous, but do we really need to be bludgeoned with a sledgehammer that she is the "it" girl of the industry. How far does Indian television have to go to make private emotions like marriage, child-birth, death a televised eroticized glossy package in the name of entertainment? Do we need a Rakhi and her string of seasonal men let's call them Sawants to tell us, what it feels like to be married. It is perhaps the most excruciating eye sores on national television to have a siliconized, plasticized babe parrot a script on Indian conjugality. Hats off to RS to titillate the audience not just with fake tits but also with fake emotions. To then choose, no offence, a man with a name Elish (a diabolically thorny fish in Bengali cuisine) as a prospective groom is another Rakhism which just adds up to her colourful career as the "loud-mouthed" bimbette on Indian telly. Gushing with all her fake prosthetics towards a man she has romanced on a digi cams oddly enough is what the Indian telly seems to offer as wholesome entertainment. Whatever happened to shows like Dekh Bhai Dekh, Udaan, Zaban Sambhalke, Office Office I wonder! Are we so creatively malnourished that we need a Rakhi to entertain us? If so, bring on the tits, and all those mustard Elishs who claim to have found the "one" while the nation sat laying bets- On Rakhi's next stunt to stardom.