The 50 Is PURE TRASH! Rajat Dalal SLAPS Contestant & Stays? Prince Narula EXPOSED as Jealous Man-Child! Elvish Yadav Dragged Shamelessly

Oh, The 50? That bloated, brain-melting mess masquerading as a reality show on Colors TV and JioHotstar in 2026? Buckle up, because I’m not here to sugarcoat this dumpster fire. This Indian rip-off of the French Les Cinquante promised a no-holds-barred battle royale with 50 celebs in a “Mahal” mansion, but what we got is a chaotic clusterf*ck of ego clashes, zero structure, and shameless channel hypocrisy that’s begging for lawsuits. As of early February 2026, after bingeing the initial episodes, I’m convinced this show is less entertainment and more a psychological endurance test designed to make you question humanity.

Let’s start with the set—dear god, what a joke. They hyped this “Mahal” as some grand, atmospheric fortress with lion motifs and hidden cameras, but it looks like a cheap Diwali decoration exploded in a warehouse. Dim lighting? More like “we forgot to pay the electric bill” vibes. The whole place feels cramped, poorly designed, and utterly uninspiring—contestants are crammed into spaces that scream budget cuts, with zero aesthetic appeal. It’s chaotic visually, matching the show’s soul: everything looks thrown together like a last-minute potluck where nobody brought anything edible.

And speaking of chaos, the so-called “rules”? Nonexistent. The promo screamed “no rules,” but that’s just code for “we have no idea what we’re doing.” Tasks devolve into screaming matches with no clear objectives, alliances flip-flop without consequence, and the mysterious lion-masked game master (El León) is a total gimmick. That voice-modulated nonsense and masked assistants? Zero intimidation factor, it’s like a bad Halloween costume party where the host forgot to show up. The lion adds no value; it’s just a lazy plot device to justify random twists that feel rigged for drama. Safe cards, fan votes, group punishments? All manipulated to keep the loudest idiots in the game, turning the whole thing into a popularity contest for the already overexposed.

Violence? Ha! The show pretends to ban it, but then they keep Rajat Dalal around like he’s the star attraction. This guy’s a walking red flag: aggressive outbursts, threats, and physical posturing that should’ve gotten him booted Day 1. But no, the producers love the “kalesh” ratings boost, so rules be damned. It’s hypocritical trash: preach non-violence in the fine print, then air brawls for views. If this is “reality,” it’s the kind that normalizes toxicity and makes you wonder why no one’s intervening.

Don’t get me started on the caste system BS between TV stars and influencers. The “veterans” like Prince Narula strut around like they’re gods, obsessing over how “above” they are compared to the TikTok crowd. Prince? Absolute man-child extraordinaire. Whiny, entitled, throwing tantrums like a toddler denied candy—every decision he makes screams insecurity, from his fake tough-guy alliances to his petty digs at “newbies.” It’s embarrassing watching these so-called stars belittle influencers like Mr. Faisu or Nikki Tamboli, as if their scripted soap operas make them superior to viral fame. Newsflash: both sides are fame-hungry leeches, but the TV egos are delusional enough to think they’re royalty in this clown circus.

Then there’s the Elvish Yadav obsession; four entire episodes revolving around a guy who’s not even in the house? Pathetic. The channel’s shamelessly milking his name for controversy, airing derogatory slop from contestants like Maxtern, who spews vile accusations without a shred of accountability. Hypocrisy at its finest: Colors TV profits off character assassination of someone absent, turning the show into a gossip sewer. Elvish should absolutely sue the hell out of Maxtern for defamation and drag the channel in too—they’re complicit in broadcasting this garbage. It’s not “edgy”; it’s lazy, harmful, and reeks of desperation for TRPs. Why not focus on actual gameplay instead of recycled Bigg Boss beef?

The cast is a mixed bag of has-beens and wannabes—Sapna Choudhary brings folk fire but gets sidelined, Divya Agarwal’s strategy is wasted in the noise, Shiv Thakare plays the victim card endlessly. Wildcards? Just more fuel for the fire. Tasks are unfair, editing highlights the worst in people, and the “social experiment” angle is a lie, it’s just emotional manipulation porn. Fans influencing eliminations sounds democratic, but it’s rigged to favor drama queens.

Verdict: 3/10 – A hot mess that’s more exhausting than entertaining. If you enjoy watching egos implode in a poorly lit cage match with no winners, knock yourself out. But honestly? Skip it. The 50 is proof Indian reality TV is stuck in a toxic loop: all hype, no substance, and a blatant disregard for decency. Producers, do better—or just cancel this abomination before it poisons more brains.