Indian Idol OR How Not to Treat Your Studio Audience

A year ago today I was in India. I was interning for a film and media program. I also had frizzy hair and was, in comparison, very tall.

As part of our internship my co-intern, Aiess, and I had to observe how television was made, and contrast scripted versus live programs.

Enter: Indian Idol.

The day I was on set for Indian Idol was quite possibly the longest day in my short existence. I was in my second week of Civil War Dysentery* and was forced awake at the unholy hour of 9 a.m. after a night of…well, disgusting things, in order that I might go to Fimistan and see a live recording.

If you’ve ever had dysentery–and I don’t mean Delhi Belly or Montezuma’s Curse or any of that punk-ass silliness–you can commiserate with me. Being woken up from the only hour of sleep I had managed to get was rude. Being woken up and deposited on a film lot sans air conditioning and accessible bathrooms was a torture more keen than any other I can devise in my little head.

We did get to take a car, oddly. A beautiful, air-conditioned Tata something-or-other. The down side? Filmistan was exactly two blocks from our house. Rip off!


(Ok, so I was super amped about the car…)

We got to Filmistan, checked in, looked at a scene being constructed for Ra.One, and were taken to the Indian Idol set.  We waited, and waited, and waited in the sun. We were told to come back for phase two of shooting. We hopped in the Tata Something and rolled home.

Insert two bazillion hours of waiting.

Before we were “cleared” to head back to the set and commence “phase two” it was past 6 p.m. Or 5 p.m. The point is, the sun was setting. We were shuffled into a TINY sound stage with TINY bleachers set-up for a TINY audience. There was a rather large stage, with fancy lights and smoke whirling around and sound people running around doing sound things and light people doing light things.

I have a feeling Aiess, Mukesh and I weren’t supposed to be IN the audience, that we were supposed to be on the side-lines observing and seeing different facets of the shooting process BUT the audience organizer got one look at my pale skin and vapid expression and said “gori!” with more excitement than I’ve ever heard injected into a word. Next thing I know I’m smack in the middle of the bleachers, the audience filling in around our trio and constantly being moved by the audience orgainzer to the best “strategic location”.

Mukesh just laughed. And laughed. This was actually all his fault. He caught me watching Indian Idol in the house one day and singing along to it**. He devised this plan based on my “interests”. I think.

I was dysentarious, remember.

ANYWAY after about 2 hours of being shuffled around it was time to start filming.

I think Indian Idol is hocked as a “live” show. Let me tell you something, my sweetums, there ain’t nothing live about this ish.

Each singer sang their song at least 3-4 times, and they got do-overs if they missed their intro!


“This isn’t fair!” my opera-trained brain kept shouting at internally.

I ceased to care about my ethics when the guest judges were introduced.

Hello, Shahid Kapoor, my great, great, great, and most guilty weakness.

He swaggerd onto the stage and I turned into the most dithery of idiot girls. I blushed, for goodness’ sake! He shook my hand when he “greeted” the auidence! HE LOOKED AT ME!


Anushka Sharma was there too. Whatever. She’s actually quite tall.

Shahid and Anushka were there to promote Badmaash Company. And to “judge”. All they really did was tell people how cute they thought their performance was.

Oh, and Shahid doodled. A LOT. If you’ve ever seen the guy’s tweets you’ll understand this but he’s totally like his tweets. Kind of… lost. Really, really, really nice; not terribly engaged upstairs. He was just there to look pretty and to act kind of awkward when the host asked him to dance on stage. Apparently, our boy Kapoor is a little shy.


At some point or another they went back to singing and judging.

I do remember being impressed with the judges commentary. Now, I know my Hindi is SO FINE (it is not) but I felt compared to the American Idol judges they actually knew what they were talking about. Comments were about technique, technique and more technique. More importantly, they told how to FIX problems. Each contestant got a great coaching session for about 10-15 minutes from the judges. Obviously only 2-3 minutes of that ever aired but it really did impress me.

Anushka and Shahid gave comments too, usually to the effect of “You’re so sweet!” or “Your determination really inspires me!” or better yet, “Follow your dreams.”

Meanwhile, in the audience, things were starting to got a little Second French Revolution. We had been sequestered for over 6 hours at this point and under NO circumstances were we able to leave. We needed water, kids needed to pee, parents needed food or they were going to go batshit…etc. “No.” “No.” “No.” was the constant response to all of our pleadings.

If you’ve ever watched Indian Idol and thought he audience sounded a little…well, miserable, now you know why. There are about 100 people sitting there and they’re all extremely pissed off.

8 hours into the experience and the judges were released to go “debate”. Naturally, if you had been watching all the production people closely enough you could see that the decision was already made and that there would be no debate. Only dinner.


During this 2 hour hiatus you might think that we were able to roam about, get our own dinner, streach our legs, feed some kids… NOPE.

We were stuck. Forever. Time was halted and I was going to die on the Indian Idol soundstage. Filmistan. Mumbai. India.

While there was singing and judging going on I was at least distracted enough to not care about what time it was, but for those two hours of inaction I was ready to stab. Anyone.

To add insult to injury there was a bhangra group that would occasionally start drumming and shouting. They were also seated directly behind Aiess, Mukesh and myself.

Not only were we stuck, upset, thirsty and tired, but we were deaf now too.

When the action on stage restarted the audience was pacified enough to get involved again. There was only the “you’re in”/”you’re out” part left. How long could that take? Twenty, thrity minutes tops? Let’s do this.


It took 4 hours.

Four. Chaar. Cuatro.

Oh it was awful!

Finally it finished. We all breathed a sigh or relief! We danced, cheered, frolicked! It was time to leave! To go home! To use the bathroom! To eat!

Except it wasn’t.

First all the “high profile” guests had to leave. The singers, the hosts, the judges, Anushi and Shahid. Then they had to clean the stage. Then turn off the lights. Then pack things up. Then feed the crew. Then let the crew leave.

2 hours later, things got ugly. Mob mentallity totally took over. I started screaming at people in Hindi! I got FANTASTIC looks from people! I pulled my hair, I went absolutely insane.

I don’t loose my cool, I am patient, calm, collected.

Not then. I wanted to get home, go to bed, and eat a chapati. (Yes, in that order).

Realize that since we had ENTERED THE SOUND STAGE it had been 16 hours and counting.

Like, let us leave already?

I think, a year later and looking back, that we were all getting punked so hard. They were monitoring us for some psychological and sociological study. Right now in some freshman college lecture I’m being viewed on screen and the students are like “what is her deal?”


We walked home. It was glorious. I’ve never felt more happy to be standing in my entire life. I was moving, breathing the “fresh” air of Mumbai! I was free!

A week or so later our episode aired. I tried to watch it but it was too horrific. I wasn’t ready to relive it. The pain! The pain was unendurable!

I got texts and facebook messages from friends who did watch it. They all said this: “Wah! You are on Indian Idol!”

Of course I was. Like you can keep a camera of MY beautiful face! HAHA!

Did I mention the best part? It was totally Aiess’ 21st Birthday.

What a ROCKING birthday!

Today, a year later, she’s 22 and I think we’ve both healed enough to talk about our trauma… at least, I am.

*If you follow my film blog, my Twitter or have ever spoken to me in real life, you know my dysentery is the first thing I try to tell you about myself. I’m superbly proud of it and now know why the South quit the war.

**I know more lyrics to the songs on Indian Idol than on American Idol. My doctor is having me tested for something.

Kismat Konnection, 2008

Directed by: Aziz Mirza

I was fully intent on watching Wake Up Sid this weekend because everyone in the universe has been going crazy over it, however, I got about 30 minutes into the film before I realized that I am Sid (detailed description to come when I finish the film!) and that their constant gushing about Mumbai was way to much to handle, since I’m going to BE THERE in MAY! I couldn’t handle the combination of my chagrin over my similarities to Sid* and my over-pouring of happiness about Mumbai. I had to watch something else or I might have exploded into a million piece and died.

So I switched over to Kismat Konnection, a film I had been eying on Watch Instantlyfor a few months now… simply because the cover of the DVD just looked so delightful and full of twinkle lights (I’m a sucker for a good twinkle light…)

I read some of the reviews on Netflix and most of the people seemed rather so-so about the film, I was willing to give it a try since it has some of my key players (Shahid, Vidya and JUHI!) and because after a long, dreadful week all I wanted was brainless “fluff” (as one of the reviewers called it).

Perhaps it was the build up of a terrible week, but I adored this film. It was everything I needed, it had comedy, heart, super sweet, precious songs, a story I could get behind and crisp, beautiful cinematography.

First off, there was the use of my all-time favorite picture technique: the off-center, blurry-light background. Drop me on my head and kiss me, Aziz used this technique ALL OVER THE PLACE! Rather than overkill though, the effect really worked. It gave the film a mystical, magical feeling. I’m drooling just remembering it. If I could live in a blurry-twinkle-lighted world, I would. It was like food for my soul.

The story was so normal, so effortless. There were no “WTF” moments or deviations from the plot. It was strictly Raj Malhotra (nice name, haven’t heard THAT before) and Priya and their lives. Granted there is some silliness, since Priya is Raj’s lucky charm, but still… it seemed normal enough. It was just uncomplicated RomCom goodness. Let me indulge, ok?

I have been streaming the music on Dhingana for the past 24 hours. I can’t get enough! It’s not on iTunes (boo!) but it is just such good music. At first I was rather concerned that my favorite song of the film, Dakhuda Tumhi Ho, was performed by a playback singer with the vocal qualities of a goat (it’s a little shaky is all) but it’s actually grown on me, because the song is just that good. I’m actually listening to it this very second, and I think my dil is smiling.

Hello? JUHI FREAKING CHAWLA! I love her, I have a crush on her, actually, always have… She played the eccentrically delightful gypsy who guides Raj through his life’s woes. Her comedic ability still surprises me. I don’t think I’ll ever get over my first impression of her (as the dejected and cheated Seema in Salaam-e-Ishq) which was so serious and so emotional, but I’m getting there. I promise you I am! Also, she lived in a very Devdas-esque house with glittering mirrors and lush colors (not to mention her OWN fog machine!) Double plus!

I love the red walls and the blue lights. Design idea? Quite possibly…
I want a fog machine! 
This just made me giggle.

It took me almost half of the film to get aboard the Shahid/Vidya jodi. I love them both separatly, but they just seem to be on different planes that don’t gel well. My real hangup was how much older Vidya’s character looked compared to Shahid’s. Yes, she’s about three or four years older than him, but they way they dressed her and her hair style just made her look matronly. Church-y. Safe. It just contrasted awkwardly compared to Shahid’s cool, effortless, young, vesty wardrobe. Vidya also has such a timeless, beautiful, mature face that it just looks out of place next to the rather babyish face of Shahid. Whatever their looks the two had chemistry, and oodles of it. I have offically named Shahid the new Prince of The Smoulder (SRK being God, and Shashi being King… is there something with “Sha..” names that just make them good at it?)

Anyone mind scooping me up off of the floor? I’m melt city over here.

The ending was kind of…”ehh”. Instead of a huge shaadi and tears (well, there were tears…) there was a board meeting with a dramatic soapbox speech. I could have done with just five more minutes of pyaar at the end and not so much focus on the responisbilites of large companies. Regardless when the movie was over my mood was significantly improved and I was happy. It’s not going to replace Jab We Met (the ultimate in RomComs!)  anytime soon, but it would be a good alternative.

Extra Cuteness!

Sure hun, I’ll hold some nasty guy’s head for you. 
Dard-e-Disco much?
Manpris! These have GOT to catch on amongst white people. 
I can’t live without them. 
I was agog about that sweater/tie combo.

*I had switched to KK because I didn’t want to have to watch myself on screen, oddly enough I found a lot of myself in Raj’s character. He was the end-all of awesome in college, and since graduation had made nothing of his life, he was (in his eyes) a complete failure and unnoticed. I know what that feels like on a different level, I was the shizzzin high school, in college I’m pretty much invisible. That’s a hard pill to swallow, and all of his outbursts of frustration and discomfort really made sense to me. That’s probably what made this films so enrapturing for me, I really understood Raj’s motivations and feelings.