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Role Reversal

I was glad when Dad bought our first TV. Life would never be the same again and soon I was so addicted to the idiot box that living without it became unfathomable. While the family gathered for dinner each night at the round dining table, I would sit alone on the couch in the drawing room to watching TV simultaneously.

Pune and Ranchi realized the unfathomable as I didn't have a TV to visually feast upon daily. Life was live and real again. Bangalore was doing good until the good old TV rejoined us.

Things are starkly different this time around. I hardly have access to the remote control, the channels being viewed almost 24/7 hardly cater to my tastes and it's the others who are ardent viewers - I actively shun it.

One thing remains alike though: my solitude during dinner. While the folks gather around the TV during dinner (it would be torturous on me), I stay alone in my room focused on Andromeda. Ironical, isn't it? Though eating and surfing don't go along well, I manage. Streaming videos from Click Online and DD Live News run smoothly without any hiccups and keep me engrossed.

Thanks, Andromeda!

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Anonymous said…
Get a life, go walk in the rain more often.
If you are fiddling with that piece of hardware you have named so lovingly, it is a clear sign that your own hardware (read brains) needs an overhaul.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008 5:00:00 PM
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