Today, Zee Bangla is proud to launch the 16th season of its iconic show SAREGAMAPA with a grand opening. Over the last 15 seasons, SAREGAMAPA has become one of television’s most loved shows, garnering immense love and viewership. This season, the show will be aired from Monday to Wednesday at 9.30 pm on Zee Bangla and Zee Bangla HD.
Zee Bangla SAREGAMAPA is a journey that aspires to search and promote the musical talents of Bengal. For last fifteen seasons, the show has been a grand musical discovery providing notes of hope to the thousands of aspiring singing talents all over Bengal, across India and also at times across borders in Bangladesh.
Taking over from last season’s highly popular format, SAREGAMAPA Season 16 also brings to the fore various genres of music, traditional cultures, art forms and instruments. The show opens with a Grand Audition where 20 participants shall be selected out of 40, who will continue to enthrall us through the episodes. The participants have come from all across the state, and their amazing stories are a living proof that music knows no boundaries.
This year, the show takes place on a grand, opulent set that can be viewed in all its sweeping brilliance in the Zee Bangla HD channel. Highly acclaimed celebrity judges will keep us company and encourage the participants all the way. They include Kumar Sanu, Santanu Moitra, Jeet Ganguly, Palak Muchhal and Madhushree. The ever ebullient Jisshu Sengupta shall take up the mantle of host once again, ensuring high entertainment and star power.
Today, Zee Bangla SAREGAMA is ready, once again, to erase the barriers of class and society, celebrating music in its highest form.
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