It's a cold, shadowy morning today. It's about noon but the weather might well be screaming evening. If it were back home in Mumbai, I'd be waiting eagerly for the sweet fragrance of wet earth to fill my soul.
But no, grey and gloomy with scanty rain; no wet mud, no puddles in which to stomp or watch kids sail paper boats. And all this exercising is making me feel lethargic and drowsy and crabby.
In an attempt to dispel my sad feelings, I decided to turn to Baird's invention. But my options seem more despairing. I can watch reports on all the scandals or hear people emotionally screeching in a deluded pretense of debating over the same issues or subject myself to the family politics with diabolical twists that would make the Mafia look tame. Switch to movies and I am subject to silly chits swooning over sillier blokes and expecting me to find it cutesy. Please, I have a handsome hunk of my own. And he comes complete with a wicked sense of humour, an amazing smile, oodles of intelligence and awesome culinary skills. so, beat it.
The same goes for the countless shows where people sing, dance, cook, joke - mostly badly and expect me to laud them and vote for them. When I got the right to vote, I wanted it to be for shaping my country, not some random emotional blackmailer.
I surfed onto the VOD segment and thanked the Service Provider of allowing me some choice in decent programmes- namely comic scenes from movies. Oh dear, even this seems cool nowadays. Is this what television is coming to? I settled comfortably only to be bombarded by a volley of advertisements. Grow fairer, fitter, richer. Color your face, hair, house. I watched as some ads irritated, some confused, some just agonised, a few good ones whizzed, and finally they all blurred away. I snored away.
And I thought textbooks put one to sleep... Zzzzz....
But no, grey and gloomy with scanty rain; no wet mud, no puddles in which to stomp or watch kids sail paper boats. And all this exercising is making me feel lethargic and drowsy and crabby.
In an attempt to dispel my sad feelings, I decided to turn to Baird's invention. But my options seem more despairing. I can watch reports on all the scandals or hear people emotionally screeching in a deluded pretense of debating over the same issues or subject myself to the family politics with diabolical twists that would make the Mafia look tame. Switch to movies and I am subject to silly chits swooning over sillier blokes and expecting me to find it cutesy. Please, I have a handsome hunk of my own. And he comes complete with a wicked sense of humour, an amazing smile, oodles of intelligence and awesome culinary skills. so, beat it.
The same goes for the countless shows where people sing, dance, cook, joke - mostly badly and expect me to laud them and vote for them. When I got the right to vote, I wanted it to be for shaping my country, not some random emotional blackmailer.
I surfed onto the VOD segment and thanked the Service Provider of allowing me some choice in decent programmes- namely comic scenes from movies. Oh dear, even this seems cool nowadays. Is this what television is coming to? I settled comfortably only to be bombarded by a volley of advertisements. Grow fairer, fitter, richer. Color your face, hair, house. I watched as some ads irritated, some confused, some just agonised, a few good ones whizzed, and finally they all blurred away. I snored away.
And I thought textbooks put one to sleep... Zzzzz....
