I was scrolling through the channels last evening and
stopped when I saw a graphic visual of a red heart breaking on screen and the words
“Emotional Atyachar” coming out of the broken heart. I have heard of this
reality show a number of times, but have never watched it.
Fifteen minutes through it and I was trying to figure out
the point of this show. For those of you who haven’t watched it, this is a show
where a heartbroken girl/boy comes over and tells her/his story. The cast and
crew of Emotional Atyachar, enacts the story for the viewers’ benefit and through
it tries to give a message: Don’t trust
men even though you “love” him. Don’t trust girls because they are likely to go
ahead and get pregnant with your best friend’s child. Don’t trust your best
friend because s/he will go ahead and fall in love with your lover.
I was so intrigued by the idea of this show, that I spent
some time Youtubing some previous episodes of the same programme. In one of
them, the girl was talking about how she found out that her boyfriend was
“flirting” with her best friend, by checking his text messages. I was left wondering how jobless can the girl
be, that she spent “30 minutes” trying to look through his text messages and
then taking a back-up of all these text messages on her laptop. (Mind you. To spy over someone you need to be
technologically advanced. It would have been a failed attempt if I would have
tried it. I am seriously in awe of the girlfriend.) In another episode, the
girlfriend was cheating the boyfriend. She had slept with his room-mate and
the boyfriend found that out when she was pregnant and had told him that it was
the boyfriend’s child she was carrying. The boyfriend knew it wasn't his,
because as he proudly claimed on camera, “humlog eksath sote the, but mein ek
pillow ko hug kiye bina so nahi sakta. Toh aap samajh sakte ho, k humare beech
kabhi kuch ho hi nahi sakta.” (we used to sleep together but I cannot fall
asleep if I can’t hug a pillow. So you know, nothing could have happened in
between us.) I pity the girlfriend really! The poor thing might have tried to
seduce the boyfriend, and when she failed, she went ahead and happily slept
with the room-mate. Justified she was, I must say.
There were many other stupid problems. (I am telling you, it
is highly addictive. Not because they talk about serious things, but because it
gives you a good laugh.) I was amused and disgusted at the same time by two
things. Firstly, the youths, the “future of our nation” are so helplessly
jobless, that they would come on such shows (look at the name), and talk about
their “personal problems.” Secondly, how trivial their problems are.
They are heartbroken and depressed because they “loved” someone,
and that person cheated on them. Mind
you they are “depressed”. I wonder what would the child on the street who has got no shelter to sleep would have to say about it. What would the three year old,
for whom, being loved means two
chapattis and some curry, has got to say about this “depression.”
The main problem lies in the fact that we are privileged. We
are privileged to sit and claim that we “love” and we “care”. And by love and care we mean holding hands and
roaming about in shopping malls. We are privileged to refuse to look in to the
depth of these words. We are privileged
to shed tears over stupid silly problems about not being “loved”. About not
being “needed”. About our “loved ones”
cheating on us.
It is funny, how the thin, hungry, homeless 3 year old still
smiles at the world, while the rich, fat 30 year old, sulks and cries all the
time. I wonder, if being happy and content is inversely proportional to being
rich and privileged. I am sure the less privileged would look at this show, smile and say, "Atyachar it is."
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