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Switch it off!

"Reality continues to ruin my life!" said this one quirky little prodigy straight out a comic strip. Imagine these words of wisdom coming through a daily comic ‘comic’ strip and then compare it to our real lives that run parallel to so much around us.
So much that we can have no choice but to fall into the trap of it all. Take television for example. I am sure John Baird must be twisting and turning in his grave. What started out as a brilliant form of visuals to present to us something that we had never seen before. And today, in the most macabre fashion, we don't want to see anything that television has to offer.
There are millions of tiny little questions that flow through my blood stream which catapult in a depressingly squalid feeling every time I switch to another channel. It is like that acidic bile that rises in my throat and shut my mouth in order to swallow it all over again! First of all, we are spoilt for choices. Dish, Sky and blah, have so many, many channels to offer. But unfortunately each one of them is the same sad old story. It is a heap of crap thrown at us and for our defence as we cannot duck, we change the channel and watch something that is better that than the last.
Have we run of creative ideas? Has technology altogether sucked out the grey juices from our brain or are we just taking it easy? I fail to understand the root cause. It all started with a talent hunt. Next it was a reality show. What is reality? Watching these so-called-soppy-soap-operas, one definitely this the truth? reality really? Are we all such pathetic excuses in real life? No. We aren't. Definitely not. I say so, because I know when I am made to sit through any such torturous episode, I question myself. Would I do that? Do I talk like this? May be not. Then why am I being made to watch this?
Because we have no choice. Simple. 165 channels and we have no choice. Morbid. So yes, we continue to watch the crap thrown at us and regale in the fact reality TV offers the human touch. We cry when they do. We laugh when they laugh. We vote for them. We vote for them again. Do they pay our bills? No. Simple. Why? Because we have no choice.
And when one reality show is over, another begins. Again we watch, cry, laugh and vote. Pay bills. It is a vicious circle and there is no getting out. Well, actually there is! You can choose as we all have choices. But come on, how can we not watch? It is some next door neighbour of our distant aunt from Kanya Kumari singing! He could be the next star...the next reality TV star! There is a whole new category out there. PR agents waiting in queue to sign them and what not! It is the door to stardom. Who knows which director might be watching?
And so we continue to ruin ourselves. We want to revel in the ambitions of the others and shed tears for them. We want to watch out for Ms. Sawant and which designer dress she is going to select for her so called Swayamvaar wedding to that NRI or actually we will sit through this "Perfect Bride" show where five eligible bachelors who are also mamma's boys, searching for their perfect bride in the ten girls girls chosen by the channel. WOW. Perfect marriage of the minds, we say!
And the icing on the cake is the fallen hero of the slain politico who plans to find himself a bride now and the best way to do it is through a swayamvaar of course! Knock Knock! Who? Common sense? Go back to sleep! Of course aren't we all sleeping? Or else we all suffer from short term memory loss. He was the freak whose wife ran out of him! And now we want to ruin another girl's life. And we call them reality shows.
No wonder, reality continues to ruin our lives. [and it shall triumph! because we watch and we let them make.]

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