I spent yesterday in front of the idiot-box. 6 hours of non-stop channel-flicking, watching Erin Brokovich (which HAS to be the highlight of my TV-session given that I'd even forgotten what the case was about!), receiving many messages from well-wishing companies that I need soft hair gels and better skin, that packaged soups are really healthy, that if I don't invest in the future, I will surely die a poor death, that I really have to, need to change my brand of sanitary napkins and finally that I'm a loser if I'm not watching KBC in its all new SRK avatar.
I watched some commentary about celebrities, who was dressed how at what event? Who's hooked up with whom? Who has died? Was it suicide? I also watched some serials - stories about people living by the beach, their loves and relationships, their lives of working and aspiring, laughing and crying. sob sob. ha ha
Then there was some research on the telepathic ability of twins and how scientific research is trying to figure it out with wires, monitors and all...
Yes, some of it was useful information. But honestly, I felt wasted when finally I 'pulled the trigger' on the power button. What had I achieved? Nothing. Created? Nothing. What had it done to my sense of satisfaction and fulfillment? Nothing. What could I write home about (well, ok I don't write home that much, but anyway:))? Nothing.
For 8 years now, since I moved out of home I haven't had a TV. And I now know why this has been a gift. For one minute of value-viewing, I flush 30 down the drain.
Why am I writing this you wonder? Because I feel sorry... for me. For having done this to myself. I'm sorry Puj. I really am.
I watched some commentary about celebrities, who was dressed how at what event? Who's hooked up with whom? Who has died? Was it suicide? I also watched some serials - stories about people living by the beach, their loves and relationships, their lives of working and aspiring, laughing and crying. sob sob. ha ha
Then there was some research on the telepathic ability of twins and how scientific research is trying to figure it out with wires, monitors and all...
Yes, some of it was useful information. But honestly, I felt wasted when finally I 'pulled the trigger' on the power button. What had I achieved? Nothing. Created? Nothing. What had it done to my sense of satisfaction and fulfillment? Nothing. What could I write home about (well, ok I don't write home that much, but anyway:))? Nothing.
For 8 years now, since I moved out of home I haven't had a TV. And I now know why this has been a gift. For one minute of value-viewing, I flush 30 down the drain.
Why am I writing this you wonder? Because I feel sorry... for me. For having done this to myself. I'm sorry Puj. I really am.
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