Pointless musing follows… I’m in the mood for wasting, not only my time, but also your time. Be warned, mon ami.
“Oh God, so you didn’t kill my mother after all?!”
“Yeah, you schmuck! The mad ol’ bat slipped down the stairs and somehow, my prayers were answered.”
“Oh no! what have I done! I lost not only my mom but you too! Please forgive me!”
“But, ofcourse my dear husband. Even if you’re the most unfaithful knucklehead the world ever saw, you’re still my Pati Parmeshwar and being the dutiful kundan-clad designer-saree-donned wife that I am, how can I not forgive you!”
“Forgive me! Forgive me!”
“Ok, stop it. I’m this close to killin’ you with my bare hands. Can we just go shopping and get it over with? I need a jewellery set and bindi to match my new yellow saree.”
…to be continued.
Confused? Yep, I was too. I happened to catch one scene from one of Ekta Kapoor’s giga-serials and this is what happened. Well, in my own words that is. For added effect, please translate above lines into Hindi and add a couple of expression-less faces to go with the dialogues.
Isn’t it fun? Watching a soap mid-scene or worse, mid-sentence? I sure find it fun ‘coz for the world of me, I don’t know who the good guys are or who the bad guys are! I don’t know who killed whom or who’s plotting to kill whom. I don’t know who actually stole the chain to put the blame on the ghar-ki-bahu (daughter-in-law of the house) and send her out. But I do love watching those huge jewellery ensembles, those designer sarees, the curtains in the set…all at the cost of what? A few minutes of leaving your brains in the deep freeze. Considering the fact that the brain probably works more in the deep freeze, that shouldn’t be an issue. smirk smirk.
I don’t watch these stupid soap operas. (I could be lying, but then I dare you to prove it.)
But no matter how hard we try, it’s difficult not to run into one of these when one is channel surfing. Like those little bits of food that stay stuck between your teeth and you cannot pull them out ‘coz it would make you look like a neanderthal touching your teeth in public. While this sounds absolutely disgusting, it does get my point through, doesn’t it? No? Ok.
Like I was saying, I get kicks watching these soaps mid-scene just for the heck of it. Though it’s risky at one level ‘coz you might actually find the plot interesting (only to lose interest after 3 days because they’re all still standing in the huge hall arguing on who stole the chain and why), it sure entertains you for the moment. And that’s what this entire world is coming to – living for the moment, in the moment, by the moment! (Cool, this line definitely goes into my Book of Profound Sayings).
Nothing wrong with living in the moment, though. I’m all for it. Only, I’d really appreciate it if someone else did all my tax planning so I can retire with a huge stash in the underground vault in my backyard. On second thoughts, that someone should first earn all the money and then do all the planning and then fill up my local backyard based Swiss Bank. Ah, life is good, no?
To quote someone more profounder than me, I intend to live forever – so far so good.
While this post may seem like this dish you make out of leftovers (ok, not a very good day for my analogies, so pardon moi), you have to understand that I suffer from the opposite of bloggers’ block – I have too many ideas floating around and I need to get it out in some form. I don’t have the luxury of a Pensieve like Albus Dumbledore. Even I don’t know where a particular strand of thought might lead to! And this post is the perfect example: I started off with soap operas, touched on disgusting manners at personal hygiene and ended with something profound as usual. You have to give me credit for that, ya know.