It was one of the most eventful days of my early childhood in early 80s ,when my father brought home a TV.It was not the brand which was neighbours envy and our pride,but still it changed my life forever.
Other than my mom and dad , a few more people became part of my life - Spiderman and Superman on weekends took me to a far off place called America,and Vikram Baital to an imaginary country every week.
The adults too gave plenty of time to their relationship with this new member . My dad watched the asian games with a lot of interest wheras mom and my aaya used to eagerly wait for Chitrahaar.
A few years later things changed dramatically.Now we had our own TVs in our respective bedrooms,but growing up strangely left me with a little time for it.
When I moved to a university hostel I rarely went to the TV room,except for this one lazy afternoon as I sat flipping channels I saw 9/11 live.
It surely robbed me of peaceful sleep for many nights to come and so did some more damage to my already weakening connect with the idiot box.
When I got married to my movie-buff husband,TV was used only to watch movies on dvd and otherwise.
A few months ago as a new mom with a young baby who would sleep only during the day my relationship with TV had re-started,but sadly we are again at crossroads.
Obviously I have to be careful lest this idiot monster tries to play baby-sitter to my toddler and also there are 100+ channels but rarely things worth spending my precious time on.
I had some problems with the idiotic tendencies of the idiot box,but now it is no longer idiot.The luminous screen has become a sadasitic,voyueristic window ,in which we enjoy other people's pains and humiliations.Reality shows (what a misnomer !) are distorting all reality and most facts to tittilate and abuse rather entertain and amuse.
So today I decide that I'll treat my TV now as an Ex.I'll respect it for the good times it gave me,look forward to a few fruitful meetings now and then, and will be kept at a safe distance from Sonee.
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