Of all things, my POV on Colors

It is prime time. Background music and screechy voices of the most nerve-wracking kind will cloud the house for the next few hours...
I pass the living room to get a mug of coffee as an antidote to the headache that’s sure to ensue, Ehey hey hey ehey the chorus begins and a little girl dressed as a grown-up Rajasthani woman twirls around in slow-motion. I look at my mum, entranced by Balika Vadhu. A few questions, not for the first time, baffle me.  


My column in Deccan Herald about Colors programming. Here.