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Indian Idle

Indian Idol. Auditions across the country. Only the best make it to the televised regulars. High profile judges, peppy host, higher profile guest stars, the works. The show then takes the (by now jaded and predictable) 'Reality Route' that contrary to its name bears little resemblance to reality.

In the resulting hullabaloo, the question that is foremost in my mind is... WHY?

Why does the Indian 'Idol' have to be a singer anyway?

Why do they have to sing the same songs that have been 'classics' for the past 69 years instead of allowing fresh talents to showcase their musical abilities?

Why do the judges have to be so diplomatic in their criticisms?

Why does the final decision have to be made by the voting of the masses who know NOTHING about how the candidate sings and EVERYTHING about how he's poor/ has an aged mother/ bursts into tears etc..?

Why do they have judges anyway if the final decision is made by public vote?

Why is the host so irritating?

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