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Media’s
reaction knee-jerk
Mannika Chopra
India
never was one of those countries which had people being
shot all over the place, especially journalists. That anomaly
was left to the unstable neighbourhood. Yet, last week, without
walking into a kidnap trap like American journalist Daniel Pearl
did in Karachi, or being the target of extremist elements who
killed Lasantha Wickramatunga in Colombo, and most recently
Saleem Shahzad outside Islamabad, Jyotirmay Dey was assassinated
in the middle of the day by assailants on motor cycles.
His crime, we
were told repeatedly by news channels, was that in pursuit of
his professional duties, he was following the trail of Mumbai’s
oil mafia/building mafia. That was enough to eliminate him, said
Sheila Bhat, one of the few journalists who has also followed
the underbelly of Mumbai, on Headlines Today. Frequent attacks
on journalists — 27 last year alone — far too infrequent
arrests, and now killings, are sadly becoming commonplace
events.
Dey’s careergraph showed that he was constantly engaged in uncovering the underworld |
But even more
commonplace is our lack of horror. Perhaps viewers are so numbed
with the corruption, the sleaze, the rapes and the general
murders that are shown on TV that a journalist’s assassination
becomes only part of a daily string of injustices. Only it isn’t.
When a journalist is eliminated because he is going to uncover a
national misdeed, then it is about time the establishment and
the electronic media react, perhaps in the same measure they
reacted to Jessica’s death in the`A0past, and more recently to
Anna Hazare and Baba Ram Dev’s fast. Though there were
discussions galore — Aaj Tak’s primetime focus was
especially riveting — coverage was limited to mostly spot
reporting and knee-jerk reactions. NDTV 24X7 was caught so
off-guard that anchor Amitabh Revi, referred to the killing as
the death of a journalist by an "unidentified paper."
A slip of the tongue is not abnormal in the case of breaking
news but perhaps a correction should have followed.
An
investigative reporter in the old-fashioned sense, Dey’s
careergraph showed that he was constantly engaged in uncovering
the underworld. In fact, this plain-speaking journo was for
Mumbai’s hardcore media community the defining face of
investigative reporting. So it was not unusual that dramatis
personae of his stories loved to hate him. His death will not go
wasted if a strong visual medium like television picks up where
he left off and proves that, like the print media, it too can
follow the hard stories with conviction.
M.F.Husain’s
death also received a sporadic response from TV. In self-imposed
exile after he was threatened by Hindu extremists for allegedly
misrepresenting Hindu gods, the artist, living in Dubai for the
greater part, perforce changed his nationality, though he
continued to`A0pine for India and paint with the passion of a
20-year-old. As Arun Vadhera said in one of his comments
highlighted in a CNN-IBN scroll, Indian art has lost the roof
over its head. But if you looked hard at the tone and the tenor
of TV’s frenzied coverage, it focussed more on Husain, the
controversial artist, instead of his legacy. You would have
thought that with Husain being 96, news channels would have had
some sort of programme ready in the bank for a quick broadcast.
Alack and alas.
Simi, Simi,
Simi, what can one say about your new series India’s Most
Desirable, aired on Star World this week? That it is
fundamentally flawed, a blatant advertisement for Neutrogena’s
skin care products and for earrings that shimmer and shake like
crystal chandeliers. All that in that order. When Simi Garewal
began her Rendezvous with Simi, yonks ago, there were
many who rolled their eyes at the thought of her weekly
t`EAte-`E0-t`EAte.
Dressed in
pristine white, in a set that resembled a boudoir, she would
softly needle her guests who ranged from stars to corporates to
cultural icons. The programmes were part-confessional (remember
the teary Rekha?), part-recreational (remember Priyanka Chopra’s
extempore singing?) and part-psychoanalysis (recall Ratan Tata’s
ramblings?). With her phony accent, she was the original pioneer
of the celeb chat show format, preceding the Karan Johars and
Koel Puries of the TV world.
With its non-stop celebrity
moments, the show overnight became a talking point. But this
series — it really cannot be called a new season because the
format is as different as is the name of the show— is not true
to the lady who had a calling (Past tense deliberate). Limited
to singletons (hence desirable) in the first episode, Ranbir
Kapoor was interviewed by a clearly smitten Simi. One segment
had Simi, dressed in a strange skirt which matched her earrings,
coquettishly imitating Ranbir’s pretend girlfriend, Kiki. My
toes were curling. Earlier, the host understood that the focus
of her chat show was her guest; now somehow she believes that
the focus of her chat show should only be her guest’s
relationships. Yuck.
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