An ode to ekta...

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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.

ahem. coff coff.

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?