“I
think, we should sell this TV,” I was shocked to listen
to this melancholic complain by my mom, figuring out if
she was still frustrated because of the extra chillies that
I added in the morning's omelette, “And I’ll buy and
better phone with bigger screen and full time internet
connection, nice idea, isn’t it? Okay, so it ain’t the
chillies, I heaved a sigh of relief.
Although, it is not much amusing to see this drastic
change in my mother’s interests regarding what she is
being served with in her leisure time, unlike the
breakfast there are far more alternatives here, extra
chillies not always work, right? This abrupt increase has
rather got justifiable reasons. I Personally cannot watch
an Indian television drama for more than 20 minutes
risking my sanity. Even if I reluctantly intake what they
serve me I’ll certainly end up with indigestion. I have
heard of a certain television show, in which out of
nowhere a “sanskari bahu” (read : a daughter in law
who never speaks) is reincarnated into a “fly” for the
sake of a revenge against her own family members who
actual were responsible for her death. This “house fly”
must be mentioned in the history of flies in golden letter
for all her generous deeds that none of her
contemporaries can ever match, wait, or they can?
Cholera of brain? What say? A truly disheartening fact is
that this particular episode