While the world waits eagerly for a fresh batch of Ekta made cereals. serials. I have decided to pay homage to this lovely lass with girl next door looks, an infectious smile, a contagious laugh and a keen business sense.
The daughter of the Jumping Jack and the Diamond Rack(Shobha K. has more diamonds in her vault than all the diamond merchants in Gujarat have on their display racks in their shops. PS: no pun intended either) has singlehandedly transformed Indian Television and is the one true icon of Women’s liberation across the subcontinent. Through her serials, she has given Indian womankind enough exposure(again. no innuendos intended) and orangelight. oops. limelight.
People crib about the K factor. She’s Ekta Kapoor after all. if she was Ekta Chopra we would have had serials like CChusum, CCumcum and so on. and movies like Cya Cool Hai Hum in which Jumping Jack Jr. plays a key role. While on JJJ(Jumping Jack Jr.) I must say that he’s better off when he’s doing movies like Gayab - he’s a great actor when he’s invisible!
I’ve seen all of you bash, fling mud, accuse, abuse, chastise, ostracize, criticize, cticize er. not cticize(sorry pras:P) this fine young lady with the girl next door looks(darn. my neighbours are all 60+ and I need to either evacuate them or call them over for tea and poison their coffees. which wont kill them as it’s TEA that I called them over for).
Ok, so all of you have been abusing this poor lass and I am going to support her. In fact, I’m going to write reams and reams of praise. all dedicated to you, Ekta.
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An ode to Ekta
Oh lovely lass with saucy eyes
you’ve taken the telly, to new highs
churning serials, quite prolific
with a cast of actors, horrific
oh lovely lass, girl next door
superstitious to the core
new serials every auspiscious day
you named them all with the letter K
your serials lack in plot and story
sometimes bank on plans quite gory
portraying travails of all women
most of your tales are like THE OMEN
sad depressing tales you tell
of Sauce and Bahu and Beti from Hell
the women dominate each frame
and men just hang their heads in shame
you brought us Angad, Kripa and Josh
and stretched the tale, now we’re all’behosh’
you gave us Kkusum, Kkkumud and Kkkkkkali
and messed our minds up totalli
your stories stretched for years and years
and flooded houses with tears and tears
you wrote them all with your pretty hands
in your office, home and the taxi stands
the Kahani, Kyunki, Kkusum and Kaisa
have made you pots and pots of paisa
no respite for your thirst for sweet success
and for viewers emotions, you couldnt care less
not content with serials, you made a flick
and popped your brother in with a chick
but Triple J doesn’t have your flair
he looks like he fell off his rocking chair
you’re focused and quite determined
and capable and nearly double chinned(sorry readers.)
for the next three decades you will rule
and unleash serials quite uncool
now to end this ode to you, EK
I’ll wind this up with what I say
Just a simple thought, no candy bars
’I’M GLAD THERES NO TV ON MARS!’
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So my dear friends. I’m defending this chick. She needs support. She’s capable, lovable, adorable, able and many more adjectives.
Three Cheers for Ekta. Three Cheers for Women who go out and do what they believe in.
~finis~
PS: The last flight to MARS leaves in 15 minutes. who’s coming?