An Inspired Begining

I aint a leader…I do not have either the guts or the imagination to be one. But all my life I’ve been a pretty good follower. I’ve followed more than one cause (and often contrasting ones) together, as I’ve never quite bothered delve into the intricacies of ideologies and causes. I’d rather invest my time in TV, Playstation and the net.

And its here, on the net, where I’ve picked up my latest Guru…FIP! I find many similarities between us…we both revel in our “loser” status and both of us are part of something grand…ummm…I’m trying (and hope) to be part of one. It’s a new reality show and completely disconnected with cricket and I will go for the auditions on Thursday. So this gives me the chance to be a much talked about FIP of reality shows…FRC – Fake Reality Contestant! And Times of India could do a story on me too!

I have always wanted to be a part of a reality show. Not the singing and dancing types (of course by now you must have gathered that I posses no such talent), but the other type – the adventure and bitching type. In these shows, I am fully convinced, I can just about hang around for dear life to make it to the top 5. I can not think of anything clever to say in the bitching sessions and I don’t have the balls to be aggressive, so I wouldn’t be an abominable prick (though I do envy the abominable pricks – man do they have confidence!). And since I can’t seem to shake the sloth off me even if my life depends on it, I am sure I would be a disaster at the tasks. Ergo, I’m sure I can slink to the final stages of the show.

Now, the hardest part is to get selected for the show. But there’s one relief – I wouldn’t have to face the bald wannabe baddie of Indian reality - Rowdy Ram*. I am all very confident that I’ll get selected. Methinks I’ll do a puja before going though, just to be doubly sure.

* The “Ram” used here denotes the battering mountain goat and does not refer to the Hindu God. So my Hindu brothers, please don’t flood me with hate comments.