LOL at all the gifs RIdz! You really are the Gifs ki Rani. (No hidden meaningz, ok). 😊Achcha, now to redeem my promise. I swore I'd give you a Fake Meeting, and so I will. For context, yougaiz may want to click here. I wrote a few of these and Ridz liked them. So, I'm doing a reprisal. Imagine this Scene
BS (unfortunate initials those-peace out) and Sweet Innocence have shot for BS's (unfortunate initials those-peace out) death scene and left happily for London- Very Special Sitaara Incestuous Family Celebrations are held in First World countries where rich people (read the real hormonal aunties) can pay 75 pounds (About a cup of coffee at the Taj, or enough to educate 1 child for 3 years) for the privilege of 1 evening of drooling over their favorite stars ( read BS- unfortunate initials, peace out) from a distance of about 1000 meters. (However if you are rich enough and hormonal enough to pay 500 pounds (or enough to feed a small sub-Saharan country for a day), you drool from closer. BS (unfortunate initials those-peace out) has QUIT! Desperate fans who will just die (of a broken heart) themselves if he doesn't come back are calling the Sitaara Channel Call Centre as if it is a hotline to BS's (unfortunate initials those-peace out) private cellphone in an effort to bring back a man who DOES NOT WANT TO COME BACK. 4 "insert feline animal of choice" (note- rodents are not feline) are sweating and writing open letters furiously in an effort to connect with their non-TRP audience who don't MAKE THEM ANY MONEY. Because they care. Senior Sitaara Channel Executives are meeting everyday to figure out W*F this pandemic is, that has caught their First World target audiences by their ovaries and is twisting them into impossible Fallopian knots. All the meetings end at an impasse. Because BS (unfortunate initials those-peace out) DOES NOT WANT TO COME BACK. And then, they troop back into their cabins to find their computers have exploded and are spitting out reams of paper all saying the same thing.
"BRING BS (unfortunate initials those-peace out) BACK OR DIE!"
Under these immensely stressful circumstances a bunch of tired, unshaven, unshowered men and women (what, it's Movember- no judging!) are meeting to decide the future track. Yes, Ladies- the fake CVs of the Fake show are meeting for their final Fake Meeting. Rita Skeeter listened in and told me what happened. (I blackmailed her by threatening to make her do penance that lacerates if she doesn't- I'm sneaky like that).
Fake CV-1 aka GOD: "BS (unfortunate initials those-peace out) has left the building. Can we move the f**k on? We killed him by throwing him under the bus. Now, what's next? Who should Sweet Innocence marry next?" he asked, spittle flying out of his mouth in tiny foamy particles that fell on his colleagues like confetti.
Fake CV-2 aka AKIC (Ass-kisser in chief): Timidly raises his hand. "Boss, shouldn't Sweet Innocence be in mourning for her dead husband. After all, they were our OTP! She loved him dearly," he said. See, AKIC had grown a pair in the last few days that had followed the quitting fiasco, so he spoke his mind now.
Fake CV-3 (The one who pretended he had a soul, but was a sellout just like the rest of them Hypocriticus Soapoperaticus or, as the rest of team liked to call him- hyppo, since we was morbidly obese) spoke up: "She can mourn for 1 week. Then she'll have to get up and start falling into handsome strangers arms. After all, this is modern India. Widows get remarried," he said, providing social justification for his argument.
Fake CV-4, the only woman in their team, aka Le-Petit Morticia (LPM) raised a manicured finger with a talon like painted nail, "I suggest that our new Hero be tall, dark, handsome and the strong, silent type. Also, he should have a dark past and maybe some Daddy issues. Also, pick an actor with 6-packs. Women like washboard abs. It's practically their only criteria when they choose a husband. There are haves and have-nots. And the haves have the abs! Bas!" she finished with a sexy purr, so that every man in the room shifted uncomfortably and looked down at his paunch.
Fake CV-1 aka GOD looked elated. Since he'd finally gotten into LPM's apartment (though not her pants) on their date last week, he'd resolved to support her every suggestion even if she suggested that Sweet Innocence marry Lavanya. But this was stellar stuff! A new Man! Tall, Dark, Handsome! Dark Past! Daddy issues! Fabulous! Completely original. "This is path-breaking stuff LPM! Are you writing this down?" he barked to the AKIC who was looking at the 2 of them, wide-eyed.
Fake CV-3, Hypocriticus Soapoperaticus spoke up thoughtfully. "I think he should have Mommy issues, not Daddy issues. He already had Daddy issues the last time round, remember? I say this time we get his Mother to have an extra-marital affair which scars him for life, because his father commits suicide as a result of this. He hates his Mother. Yes, and Sweet Innocence will help reconcile him with his Mother! This is going to be so good!" he rubbed his hands together in glee.
Fake CV-4 LPM looked like she would've liked to have climbed onto Fake CV-3's lap and given him a lap dance right there, but he was a have-not by about 200 pounds, so instead she just smiled coolly at him. "That's a good idea," she drawled. "And Sweet Innocence's mother can be our new Hero's mother's best friend, divvying up her loyalties neatly. In fact new Hero's mother's second husband's son can be Sweet Innocence's muh-bola Bhai!
Fake CV-2 AKIC- "But she never spoke of a brother for 1 months. Can we just conjure one up for her now? The logic is somewhat..." but what he said thereafter shall remain forever unknown because the moment he spoke the Taboo word (logic) he vanished into a puff of smoke. Gone forever. Just like that. For logic for a CV was like Water for the Wicked Witch of the West or Voldemort for Harry Potter.
"Another one bites the dust," GOD shook his head sadly. "He should've known better than to bring that word into a soap opera script meeting! Oh, well. There's more where he came from! Now, are we all clear on what needs to be done?"
"Yes" the other 2 chorused.
"Are you guys pumped for this new track?" asked GOD.
"YES!" they yelled.
"Then let me hear you loud! What is our Team motto?" asked GOD.
"To err is human, to Clusterf**k is TRP heaven!" said the team enthusiastically.
Just then the door flew open and a young Sitaara executive stood there, a cigar dangling from his lips. "The show's been canceled. No need for any new scripts. Out now. We need the conference room for the show that's taking your slot," he said lazily.
"WHAT?" all 3 of them screamed.
"You can't do this to us," said GOD.
"Yes, we can. Who are you, Sachin Tendulkar to decide when he gets to go?" said the Sitaara executive, blowing smoke rings as he spoke.
He shut the door behind them, sat at the chair where GOD had sat and put his legs on the table. He snapped his fingers once, and from a puff of cigar smoke emerged AKIC aka CV-2.
"Who do you work for?" asked Cigar man.
"The company!" stuttered AKIC.
"Who's your Daddy?"
"You are!"
"And what's our New Team Motto?"
"To err is human, to Clusterf**k is TRP heaven!" said the AKIC fervently.
"Excellent. Off to work now. We have a show to put out next week!"
And as the AKIC hurried away to assemble a new team, the Sitaara executive laughed like a hyena.
"All the world was a stage
And they all had their exits and entrances.
Only this one was a stage with no doors."
WHAT. CRAP. (Read as THE END).
OK, that was looong. And not very good, I'm afraid. but Ridz wanted it. So, this one's for you Ridz!
Edited by madmaxine - 11 years ago