Date: 15th February 2014
I had not much to do and the morning was as good as prodding me to sit in front of the television. So that's exactly what I did: I got out of my bedroom, said, "Good morning, Mother" as I passed her in the kitchen, and went and plonked myself on the sofa that sat at an angle from the television.
Now I couldn't merely sit there. Of course, I could if I wanted to. But I myself thought it funny to not couple all that sitting with some act equally idle and aimless. Which is when I decided to watch some television.
It's quite an easy and effortless task to do: You don't need to think nor do you have to bother about how it'll get done. All you need to do is take possession of the remote control and keep jabbing its buttons.
I jabbed the power button on and the television lit up with a stupid promo for a soap opera airing on Star Plus. The couple in the promo seemed to be the ones you drag out of fairy tales: They were securely in love with each other and no sort of fidelity - homosexual or heterosexual - seemed to want to touch them.
The only trouble that makes their lives miserable is what the woman aspires to: She has dreams of becoming a police officer. Unfortunately, to fulfil that dream, she has to stay at the police academy - away from her hubby dearest. How she manages that without even once being tempted to have sex with the overtly macho male cadets and how the man manages to bear this separation without even once being tempted to ravish the sexy women in the village is what forms the crux of the opera.
Of course, this is an Indian soap opera. So no matter how seductive or sinuous the supporting cast may be, the star couple in question never manages to notice them at all! They only have eyes for each other. Their in-laws, on the other hand, do have an eye for evil but not of the sexual kind: It's always something akin to a domestic nuisance. So they specialise in looking all scandalised if the lamps at the family altar have not been properly lit. And they spend a full 15 minutes staring down the daughter-in-law of the house as if she asked the father-in-law for a quickie when all she did do was misplace the keys of the cupboard!
The series whose promo I was watching made it a point to include almost all of that in its nonsensical proceedings. Which, in turn, made me determined to run to another channel. So, I jabbed a combination on the remote control and found myself watching Andaz on Zee Classic....
To be continued...
I had not much to do and the morning was as good as prodding me to sit in front of the television. So that's exactly what I did: I got out of my bedroom, said, "Good morning, Mother" as I passed her in the kitchen, and went and plonked myself on the sofa that sat at an angle from the television.
Now I couldn't merely sit there. Of course, I could if I wanted to. But I myself thought it funny to not couple all that sitting with some act equally idle and aimless. Which is when I decided to watch some television.
It's quite an easy and effortless task to do: You don't need to think nor do you have to bother about how it'll get done. All you need to do is take possession of the remote control and keep jabbing its buttons.
I jabbed the power button on and the television lit up with a stupid promo for a soap opera airing on Star Plus. The couple in the promo seemed to be the ones you drag out of fairy tales: They were securely in love with each other and no sort of fidelity - homosexual or heterosexual - seemed to want to touch them.
The only trouble that makes their lives miserable is what the woman aspires to: She has dreams of becoming a police officer. Unfortunately, to fulfil that dream, she has to stay at the police academy - away from her hubby dearest. How she manages that without even once being tempted to have sex with the overtly macho male cadets and how the man manages to bear this separation without even once being tempted to ravish the sexy women in the village is what forms the crux of the opera.
Of course, this is an Indian soap opera. So no matter how seductive or sinuous the supporting cast may be, the star couple in question never manages to notice them at all! They only have eyes for each other. Their in-laws, on the other hand, do have an eye for evil but not of the sexual kind: It's always something akin to a domestic nuisance. So they specialise in looking all scandalised if the lamps at the family altar have not been properly lit. And they spend a full 15 minutes staring down the daughter-in-law of the house as if she asked the father-in-law for a quickie when all she did do was misplace the keys of the cupboard!
The series whose promo I was watching made it a point to include almost all of that in its nonsensical proceedings. Which, in turn, made me determined to run to another channel. So, I jabbed a combination on the remote control and found myself watching Andaz on Zee Classic....
To be continued...
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