The Great Indian Musical

One in every three & a half guys is supposed to be a Chinese. One in every two Indians is either a contestant, a relative to a contestant, was a contestant or is training to be a contestant in a singing competition on national television.
I am the other one in two.

Indian TV has successfully cracked the puzzle to good reality television - grown men & women crying like little babies. The human angle, I think it is called. First the losers. Then their parents start crying. Then the winners, because they cant just stand around gloating when tears are flowing like champagne. Then, a bit of tear from the hosts who some time back were hell bent on screwing the living hell out of the contestants. All for the larger good.

Then they play one of the following songs:-
1. Kabhi alvida na kehna..
2. Kal...rahe ya na rahe..
3. Musafir hoon yaaron..

Then its time for the winners to gloat.

I would not be surprised if mothers in Mussafurpur and Meenambakkam start training their kids for Indian Idol, along with IIT JEE. Not only would it be financially as sound a decision & the kids would be spared the ignominy of being called geeks.

While spawning a generation of half baked singers who will break into tears every time some one says "shut up dude", this popular movement will also provide much needed employment to the "Seniors" of the musical world. Each contest will need a judge, one who has demonstrable abilities to criticise & keep throwing lines like "It was all ok, but you need to come out of your shell a bit more" at hapless contestants.

Thus everyone will be happy. But my knowledge in abstract mathematics tells me that precisely 50% of the population will go mad by the end of it, or join the other half.