• Complain

Ram - Rearview My Roadies Journey

Here you can read online Ram - Rearview My Roadies Journey full text of the book (entire story) in english for free. Download pdf and epub, get meaning, cover and reviews about this ebook. year: 2013, publisher: Rupa Publications, genre: Non-fiction. Description of the work, (preface) as well as reviews are available. Best literature library LitArk.com created for fans of good reading and offers a wide selection of genres:

Romance novel Science fiction Adventure Detective Science History Home and family Prose Art Politics Computer Non-fiction Religion Business Children Humor

Choose a favorite category and find really read worthwhile books. Enjoy immersion in the world of imagination, feel the emotions of the characters or learn something new for yourself, make an fascinating discovery.

Ram Rearview My Roadies Journey
  • Book:
    Rearview My Roadies Journey
  • Author:
  • Publisher:
    Rupa Publications
  • Genre:
  • Year:
    2013
  • Rating:
    3 / 5
  • Favourites:
    Add to favourites
  • Your mark:
    • 60
    • 1
    • 2
    • 3
    • 4
    • 5

Rearview My Roadies Journey: summary, description and annotation

We offer to read an annotation, description, summary or preface (depends on what the author of the book "Rearview My Roadies Journey" wrote himself). If you haven't found the necessary information about the book — write in the comments, we will try to find it.

Overview: What is going on in the contestants mind? Does he admire me, respect me and hate me? Fear me? May be all of the above. I dont understand it. I dont understand the Roadies form that has F-k you Raghu, written all over it, I dont understand the poster that was held up this year during the Chandigarh auditions that read, Baap toh baap hota hai. Raghu Rox, I see equal parts respect, equal parts loathing. Equal parts Raghu, equal parts the bully. There is a man tall, bald, muscular, intimidating who manages to induce terror and awe in all those who dare walk into his interrogation room. There was once a boy scrawny, weak, easily intimidated, voice unbroken at fifteen, who was bullied consistently through his childhood. This is the story of how that boy became the man he is today: part-time singer, song-writer and jammer, full-time producer, camera man and editor. Sherlock Holmes and Batman worshipper, staunch atheist with an innate fear of water and heights. This is the autobiography of the rudest man on Indian television. Raghu Ram, the original Roadie, split wide open.

Ram: author's other books


Who wrote Rearview My Roadies Journey? Find out the surname, the name of the author of the book and a list of all author's works by series.

Rearview My Roadies Journey — read online for free the complete book (whole text) full work

Below is the text of the book, divided by pages. System saving the place of the last page read, allows you to conveniently read the book "Rearview My Roadies Journey" online for free, without having to search again every time where you left off. Put a bookmark, and you can go to the page where you finished reading at any time.

Light

Font size:

Reset

Interval:

Bookmark:

Make
REARVIEW My Roadies Journey Raghu Ram is the executive producer of the - photo 1

REARVIEW

My Roadies Journey

Raghu Ram is the executive producer of the popular MTV shows Roadies and Splitsvilla. He lives in Mumbai.

REARVIEW

My Roadies Journey

Raghu Ram

Rearview My Roadies Journey - image 2

Published by

Rupa Publications India Pvt. Ltd 2013

7/16, Ansari Road, Daryaganj

New Delhi 110002

Sales centres:

Allahabad Bengaluru Chennai

Hyderabad Jaipur Kathmandu

Kolkata Mumbai

Copyright Raghu Ram 2013

Edited by Janaki Viswanathan.

All rights reserved.

No part of this publication may be reproduced, transmitted, or stored in a retrieval system, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publisher.

First impression

10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

The moral right of the author has been asserted.

Printed at

This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out, or otherwise circulated, without the publishers prior consent, in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published.

Contents

The rudest man on television

COLOSCEUM CREW ROOM, PUNE

31 OCTOBER 2012, 11.30 A.M.

R aghu! Raghu! Raghu!

A steady chant. Im pacing the big, bare crew room at Laxmi Lawns, Pune. Outside, its a lovely crisp morning. The door is shut tight but I hear them out in the halls anyway. Raghu! Raghu! Raghu! The chant grows louder, then wanes, but as I slip on my jacket, its back. Raghu! Raghu! Raghu!

In the hall, Im told, among the other 1,400-odd Roadie hopefuls, there is one kid, a girl, who looks like the quintessential Roadiehair cropped close to her skull and gelled into a mohawk, Converse shoes, a black Goth T-shirt ripped just deep enough to show off the tattoo on the neck: a flock of birds flying down her back; then there is a boy who resembles a stockier version of me, complete with a shaved head, goatee, aviators and pierced ears. Another is sporting one white eye, perhaps a tribute to my get-up in the promos. Flattering? I dont know.

Raghu! Raghu! Raghu! The chanting continues.

Back in the crew room, Arjuna award-winning swimmer and special guest at the Pune auditions, Deepa Malik, all set in her military jacket, big black boots and wheelchair smiles, Ten years and theyre still calling your name It must be a good feeling na? I pause for a minute and then shrug. Im not so sure. The door opens. I automatically duck to one side as a crew member walks in. Its an instinct born out of not wanting to be seen before Im ready for it.

Your left eyes grown smaller, he says by way of greeting. I check the mirror. Yeah, just two hours of sleep a day can do that to you. Its Season 10 of Roadies; the first city, the first day, the first audition and Im already bloody tired. Itll get better, I tell myself. To be honest, I know it will. The eye, at least. The tiredness, maybe not.

Exactly twenty minutes later, I can hear Rannvijay walk up to the stage. Correction: I can hear the crowd as he walks up to the stage. In the crew room, the inimitably effervescent and absolutely crazy Bani Judge squeals in imitation of the female crowdOh my God, its Rannvijay, I cant believe itbefore her voice is drowned out by the chaos outside. Hes got a bad throat and weve asked him to keep it soft but I know he wont. True to form, he screams anyway, and gets full-throated cries in response. He likes to feed off the crowd.

The announcements are made. This year, Roadies Xmy team, made up of former Roadieswill be pitted against Rannvijays team of new contestants. The idea is to make us compete with each other. Yeah right, giggles Deepa, as if you two will ever fight. I grin in reply as the door opens again and a crew member pops his head in, nodding. Thats it. Its time.

Im often asked what I feel at the exact moment I walk into an auditorium full of youngsters of all shapes and sizes calling my name. Honestly, I dont know. What I do know is that Im working. Im making my show. Everything else is a by-product. What I know is that Im tired as hell and Id love to be able to curl up and sleep. And sleep some more. As I walk to the stage, these thoughts in my head, I remember an earlier season, an earlier auditionit was Hyderabad, I thinkand the look of wonder in my wife Sugandhas eyes as she recounted the incident in her usual animated manner: One minute Raghus walking alongside us, complaining, ranting in this low, beat-up voice, No, Kuhu, I cant handle this anymore, Im too tired, the next minute, we hear the crowd cheering. Suddenly, out of nowhere, he starts runningall the way to the stage. The crowd is screaming and yelling and this guy, who up until a moment ago, had looked so down and out, is running. Whats that, shed turned to ask me. Whats that, I ask myself. Not me, for sure.

I walk out quickly, straight to the stage where Rannvijay is still working his audience. Looking around at them, I dont smile. Now they start screaming for me: louder, more aggressive screaming. I take the microphone and speak. They think they can impress me? Do Punes wannabe Roadies really think they have it in them to beat the experienced ones this season? They REALLY think so? Less than a minute in and the cheers for me sort of wane, the cheers for Rannvijay turn louder. I stifle a smile. Im pretty good at making people turn against me like this.

Jump cut to 1 p.m. We are now waiting for the group discussions to begin. Another crew member walks in holding up a bag, grinning from ear to earthis seasons spoils of war so far: gifts sent or retrieved from wannabe contestants. The rest of the crew gathers around the bed as he tips it over. A T-shirt pops out, blinding white with a front that says: I Raghu. Okay, that I did not expect. Flip it, flip it, says the crew member, so I do. The back reads: I want to spend the night with Raghu. A loud cheer breaks out in the room and I cant help but smile. Im SO keeping this one. What do you knowthey dont all hate me! And then I see the other item retrieved: a click knife. Ah, well. Spoke too soon.

Cut to three-odd weeks later to an icy-cold night in November. It is past 11 p.m., just before the Chandigarh auditions and Rannvijay and I are at a nightclub. As we enter, two dressed-up teens clutch each others hands looking wide-eyed. So afraid to miss a thing, they dont even blink as Rannvijay walks by, ahead of me. The next moment, they exchange a look of pure ecstasy and scream in tandem. Then I walk by. The screams die instantly. Cautious smiles now, the kind youd give your fifth-grade teacheror principal. Later I see them approaching my table, phone cameras held in hand, as they begged me, pleasejust one photo, Raghu! I shake my head as security keeps them at bay. They continue. Please, please! We lied at home and came here just to meet you guys! Please! I relent and say cheese. I dont get it, though. Whats on their mind? What do they think of me?

The next morning, however, standing in front of a 2,500-plus crowd at the Indradhanush Auditorium, Panchkula, I dont smile. I just stand there quiet, right at the edge of the stage, counting the seconds. I see the faces in the crowd, the expressions. Some screaming their throats raw, some watching me with unnerved smiles, others simply sitting quietly, wondering, contemplating Id give a penny to know their thoughts right now.

How about the kid who goes through the trouble of registering himself twice, so he can get into two group discussions at Pune, because thats how desperate he is to get through? What of this crazy kid in Chandigarh, who offered me ten lakh rupees as a bribe on the form, and now sits before me, grinning like crazy, trying to convince me he wrote that only so hed come this far; I can see his hands are clammy, his left eye twitches, hes almost expecting to be thrown out. Why though? I dont ask but I dont disappoint either. I crack his goggles with perfect precision, circle him like hes prey, tip him off the chair, but he doesnt flinchnor does he stop talking. I get mad and throw him out. The door slams after him and I cant help but laugh.

Next page
Light

Font size:

Reset

Interval:

Bookmark:

Make

Similar books «Rearview My Roadies Journey»

Look at similar books to Rearview My Roadies Journey. We have selected literature similar in name and meaning in the hope of providing readers with more options to find new, interesting, not yet read works.


Reviews about «Rearview My Roadies Journey»

Discussion, reviews of the book Rearview My Roadies Journey and just readers' own opinions. Leave your comments, write what you think about the work, its meaning or the main characters. Specify what exactly you liked and what you didn't like, and why you think so.