Publicity For Peanuts

Such appalling has been a scribe's culture as recently as some 'hatchet' being thrown so wantonly into plebian attention. Some very conscientious person said, Publicity good or bad, is publicity. And its been a rhetorical event in our quotidian lives, like this kissing mishap that's been so earnestly covered by channels across the satellite's spectrum, that inadvertently the generic prime time viewing at homes has been debauched to hog over issues like these. Sometimes, beneath all that attention you are complementing them with, you question the wannabes of showbiz, are they anointed with controversies, are they just so felicitously present along with the media, that every hair they shed becomes manna for atleast irresponsible magazines. Incidents, they are sprawled across recent history, every recent I mean. These so called 'starlets' have apparently struck the gold of reaching out to the people, however vexed the method be.

They are a team, an endearing couple, the unscrupulous celebs and the shrewd and disgraceful media. But they are such bimbos, eggheads! Any incident like this is covered with a vigoristic commitment, and also provide a twofer to recount all such events that happened like these, but only with the sedulous participation of these celebs. Every day, worse and heinous incidents are betiding the invisible complaint registers, they are so fritteringly forgotten. talk about journalistic ethics. Facts, fabricated and promptly defenestrated are a glaring example of hypocrisy. These coverages turn out to be an efficacious showcase to laud all the devoted public figures. In all their swarthy indulgences, not only some Page3 party.

But is it so, apart from the harebraind majority of television junkies, do such pathetic stunts help. This floozy having the initials "R.S." (I wouldn't jeopardize the sanctity of this page by taking the name) is nothing more than decorative garish brummagem ware, who speaks like she is straight from the fields catching snakes and collecting berries, her rhetoric for 'justice' is so preposterous, if I was the cameraman, I would bang her head with the hot filament of the halogen, but then it wouldn't be fatal, since its probably empty. the bitch cavorts with the host for straight two hours doing the same thing that became so objectionable to her, being so profligate in her dwellings, being a 'modern' shitpot of fashion mismatch, that its fad to be get kissed in parties, and now the 'woman' is awakened. Astounding!

"Party Workers" are seemingly 8 year old kids, who don't know the capital of India, are ransacking IT offices to admonish some righteous officer's notice one of their party's bigots.