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The circus

Bangalore was under a “terror” attack a few days ago. It had Rajdeep Sardesai standing for almost 4 hours. His channel insists on anchors standing while reading news, precariously holding a piece of paper. Godonly knows why. On NDTV, Vishnu Som was struggling with words and pushing them out before they melted in his mouth. A Reuters journalist wrote towards the end of his story: The gunman was suspected to have escaped from the leafy campus. As if the assailant would have waited for the cops to say, Bengaluru police! Freeze maari! A tired Rajdeep, the verbal pugilist, wanted to break for commercials (sit for a few seconds while his attendants spray water on his face and shove in a pipe of lemonade in his mouth?), but a producer kept him from doing that. A fumbling Rajdeep says, Wait guys, there’s more breaking news, my producer won’t let me go on a break. Great. And AajTak was just like a Laughter Challenge contestant had portrayed it to be: perennially trying to connect with its correspondent. Deepak*? Kya aap mujhe sun sakte hain? Sound of static. Deepak is listlessly gazing into the camera, fiddling with the earplugs. Anchor says, aye Deepak…..and then yells (Chhapra-style), are Deepakwaaaa

*generic name for Hindi language correspondent

Comments

Nana said…
leafy campus. the author was trying to usher in the visual element.
And trying to do too much, he forgot the basics.
On TV anchors, there are quite a few clowns masquerading as the answer to Indian TV journalism
ghetufool said…
seems i have missed the circus. thanks for narrating it so juiciously.
happy new year buddy.
Roshomon said…
Only his channel doesn't insist on him standing, there are lot of other channels (national n international) that also do...I guess everyone is so used to the NDTV presentation that it is taking time to get used to the fresh way of doing things.

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Chaila Bihari said…
What bloody CHAPRA style, uh? Haven't u heard: Bihar me bahar hai/Baki sab bekaar hai
Image of Rajdeep as 'verbal pugilist' very amusing. Interesting analogy.
Bonatellis said…
ahh, the disclaimer!! there is a deepak chaurasia in Aaj Tak actually, and the chhapra style goes just great with him!!
Incidentally, he was voted the best anchor on Indian TV last year - it didn't however specify whether it was under the chhapra or non-chhapra category ... may be, next year!
Anonymous said…
nice, cozy place you got here :)..
Prerona said…
i'm back :)

hectic 3 week trip to kolkata! still dazed and jet lagged

how have you been?

happy new year!
Anonymous said…
Kire! Bou'er kachey dhatani kheyechis naki? Kono sara sobdo nei.
Going through your comments, it seems this is some kind of Bongs-in-Bang-town thing?
Cam to mind because a lot of the Delhi TV crowd are also Bongs.
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