Monday 27 May 2013

Uzma Yakoob unpopular

Uzma Yakoob unpopular



***Disclaimer: Uzma is my favorite candidate on the Apprentice. It sucks that she was fired. I really do feel like people were aginst her for no reason. That being said, she is also the person taht I would like to see get messy the most.***


On this season of the Apprentice, one contestant seemed to be disliked by just about everyone. That person was Uzma. She did nothing really wrong, but just seemed to rub everyone the wrong way. Unfortunately for her, there was a task set out that involved the candidates voting for the person they most wanted to see punished. She did not believe that she would get the most votes. She had not done anything to make these people dislike her. Others deserved it way more than she did. She was aware that a lot of people were against her, especially the other females. The contestants were not told what the punishment would be. They were only told that they would be wise to avoid it at all costs. Uzma had no idea what it might be. There was speculation, but the guesses were not really close to what the truth really was. There was tons of contestants, so Uzma felt that her shot of getting the most votes was rather small anyway.



Uzma had no idea how embarrassing it might get. She prided herself on being ready for anything and she would have to be. She quite liked the idea of seeing one of the others punished and embarrassed. She thought that it would be a good laugh. Maybe one of the guys or one of her female rivals. Everyone was gathered around at podiums. Everyone was given a piece of paper. They merely had to vote for the person that they wanted to see be punished. The person with the most votes would be the one getting punished. Things started to get tense as everyone wrote their names down. Karren Brady was the one who got to read the results. She slowly opened up each piece of paper and read the votes out.



Uzma smiled when her name was called first. Unfortunately for her, it kept getting called out over and over again. When it got to about five votes for her, she looked around. “Thanks a lot guys,” she said. Time and time again, her name was called. It was clear that she had received a vast majority of the votes. In the end , on two other people received votes. Obviously one of them cast by Uzma herself. Uzma was now looking less confident. She was bricking it, but was putting on a brave face. She began to blush now. “So, it looks like we have a clear cut winner. Uzma has gotten the most votes. That means she will be receiving the punishment,” Karren said. Everyone applauded and looked at Uzma. It did not feel great to her that she had gotten so many votes.



“Now it is time for Uzma to receive her punishment. Let’s bring it out,” Karren said. Everyone looked over to see what it would be. When they saw what it was, everyone laughed and clapped. Uzma gave an incredulous look. “Oh my god, I can’t believe this,” she said. She shook her head and laughed. A large gunge tank was wheeled in and positioned in place. “Uzma, will you please come and take your seat,” Karren said. Everyone looked at Uzma. “Come on Uzma, have a seat. Make yourself comfortable,” they said. “Thanks guys,” she said sarcastically. She blushed and shook her head as she walked over to the gunge tank. She looked down and lowered her bottom onto the seat, taking her place. She began looking up to see what would happen. She wore a grey suit with a pink shirt underneath. Uzma could not really believe that so many of her colleagues had voted for her.



Karren began to speak. “Uzma did not win the challenge and now she must face the consequences. Gentlemen, begin your dumping,” she said. “Oh god, no please,” Uzma said, panicking, her head darting back and forth. “Lentil soup,” Karren Brady said. Before Uzma knew what was happening, lentil soup began to pour down on her from above. Thick brown sloppy lentil soup poured down from above all over Uzma’s layered hair, face and body. In an instant, her entire face was covered in the sloppy lentil filled mess. The brown soup slopped down on her trousers and down her hair. She ran her hands over her face, closing her eyes. The soup made a disgusting plopping sound as it poured onto the make up exec. Uzma was having an up close and personal experience with the lentil soup. It was all over her close and soaked her layered hair. It was thick on her face. Her fellow contestants were beside themselves with laughter witnessing what was happening to Uzma. She tried as best she could but her whole world, at this moment, was lentil soup. Her expensive suit was covered in brown mess.



“Vegetarian chilli,” Karren then said. Uzma looked up and was greeted with a face full of quorn mince, pinto beans and tomato sauce. The quorn gave the chilli a different feel. It was more course of a feel. The imitation meat and beans poured onto Uzma’s head and shoulders. She held her hands out, catching some of the chilli. Her head thrust forward. It splattered everywhere. For a second there was a hushed awe at what everyone was witnessing. Chilli covered her hair. The top of her head was covered in chilli. She felt it all down her neck. It felt cold and clammy against her skin. She rubbed her neck, scooped up some of the chilli and tossing it away. Chilli ran straight down the front of her face, down her nose, over her nose ring. The chilli kept coming. Uzma was actually struggling to handle the amount of mess that was coming her way. Her clothes were already covered and the mess was piling up on the floor and on the seat. Uzma made a disgusted face.



“Cheese tortellini,” Karren said next. “Ah yes, tortellini,” one of the contestants said in a mock Italian accent. With that, tons of the round pasta parcels poured onto Uzma from above. All in a tomato sauce with bits of mushroom, onion and parmesan cheese in it. They toppled down on her with some force. The sauce and cheese covered everything. The cheese had a ripe odour to it. Lots of the pasta stuck all over Uzma’s face and dangled from her hair. Some the tortellini broke open, sending more cheese onto Uzma. Because they were relatively large, they felt heavy when they fell onto Uzma. She could feel them inside of her clothes. Her mouth was wide open as the tortellini rolled down her face. Her reactions were priceless. She looked as if someone poured ice cold water down her back.



“Lamb Rogan Josh,” Karren said. Uzma’s head lurched forward as she felt the brown and red Indian dish pour down from above her. It had thick chunks of lamb along with sliced onions and peppers. Uzma closed one eyes and looked upwards with the other as the curry poured onto her head. Everyone was clapping and laughing. Uzma was confronted with what seemed like gallons of the thick curry. The pieces of lamb were very large and meaty. It was not warm either. It was room temperature. Onion and peppers dangled from her face and clothes. Her clothing was all stained brown. She was totally over.



“Sag Paneer,” Karren said next. Uzma held her hands out in defeat, looked up and closed her eyes. Blobs of green spinach and cottage cheese fell from above. They landed on Uzma’s face and down her body. The first bit, falling right on her face. She moved her head forward, the spinach continued falling down onto her head. It poured on her hair and face. Soon her face was almost unrecognizable underneath the spinach and cheese. Her whole lap and shirt were totally covered in the mess. The mess on the floor of the booth nearly came up to Uzma’s waist. Everyone gave a polite round of applause and then exited.



“Thanks guys, don’t offer to help me clean up or anything,” Uzma joked behind a mask of spinach and lamb. She stood up and brushed some of the food off her clothes. She pulled some of the bits from her beautifully done hair. When she stood up, the mess level in the tank rose. The door was opened and she stepped out. Her clothes were totally covered in mess. There were patches of dark brown and green everywhere. She wiped off what she could. She shook her head. “Well, not a bad day at the office then,” she joked. She was embarrassed and dejected at what had happened, but it was an unwritten rule of the show that you always had to act like things were fantastic no matter what. No one wanted to talk to her when she arrived back at the house the candidates lived at. No one really offered any form of condolence.





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