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Reality shows - Real in life shows..

So, my laptop konked off. And took a long time to repair. I have a desktop, also the famous iPad, but the relationship that I have developed with my cute lil laptop over the years can't be put into words. It was easy for me to find a spot, and just write away or surf away. Had become very lazy to plonk myself in front of the desktop, though its in a perfect corner of a room filled with books. Anyway, am back with my lil laptop, banging on the keyboard happily ;).

Recently I started watching Big Boss, a reality show where, they bring in celebrities - most of them in need of a image lift, and some of them jobless. All of them have to spend few weeks together in a house as per the show format and rules, they are not allowed to establish any kind of contact with the outside world. They need to cook and clean, and do other tasks as per the orders of that 'Big Boss' who's not seen, only heard. There are cameras all around the house, and the viewers get to watch the fun.

There is name calling, gossiping, bitching, back stabbing,groups formed inside that house and one by one everyone gets eliminated, the survivor gets to win a lumpsome amount.

While watching the show, I realized why half of India is hooked on to such reality shows, they get to see the celebs washing their linen in public - literally. 

There is a couple inside, who recently got divorced. There is another actress, who got divorced yeas ago and has been a single parent to her teenage sons. There are couple of out-of-job models, an item girl, a Bihari actor, couple of more TV actors and a celebrity hair stylist.

While the guy is trying to win his estranged wife back, the wife has moved on. And the guy has cried on everyone's shoulder on national tv, saying, he still loves her..blah..blah.. whereas the wife says that its only a gimmick - true!

Then there was an episode, where the mother of two, gets into name calling with this estranged wife, and blames her for the divorce. Ouch! Well, sometimes we think, that a person who's been there done that situation might turn out to be supportive to another person going through similar situation, but, it doesn't always happen that way.

In reality, or real life also we come across people, thinking that they are trustworthy, and at the first given opportunity share our secrets, spill the beans about everything, not knowing that while you kept their secrets as they are supposed to be kept - in your heart. They just went around talking about it, gossiping about it, while you hid it from your husband, they had their orgasm that night by just unzipping your life. 

But, as it's rightly said, you never stop learning lessons in your life. This was a lesson for me too. While there are nice people out, you still have to be careful about sharing, because we never know, who's waiting there to just pounce on us and rip us apart, and wash our clothes in public.

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