Confessions of a couch potato…

If you are a best friend reading this then u know it and might want to move on to reading something better, if you are a well-wisher then you will be worried but not surprised and if you are my Mr future husband then brace yourself to live with it! Yes, because I have, by this beautiful age of 24 evolved into something that could be easily labeled as a couch potato. No, I’m not your stereotypical 24/7glum looking and chips chewing couch potato. I’m smart and sometimes-could-look-sexy couch potato hooked to the TV in my own a-mah-zing style. It’s all about enjoying and celebrating the characters and yes digging deep on to Google to know them better.
It all began well-over a decade ago when my latchkey child days (Google if you don’t know the meaning) coincided with the boom of cable-networks in the country. I used to be a bollywood fan, with an occasional film once a month, on the VCR at home or the local single-screen theatre, but my romance with television was just a natural progression and not a premeditated attempt. It was like a girl and a boy stuck under a roof on a rainy night. It began with the Zee Tv sitcoms like Hum Paanch and Star Plus thrillers like Star Best sellers or even the serious ones like Shanti and Banegi apni Baat. This went on until of-course kitchen politics and the mangalsutra battles took precedence and all the good things were put-off air.
They say “one mustn’t turn to another man’s arms while you are still forgetting the other”, but that’s clearly not the case when you are in love with the TV. This is precisely the time Hollywood came calling in my life. No such luck as our very own over-rated Frieda Pinto, here, but just as an audience. Life took an interesting turn here and this is how Richard Gere, George Clooney, Tom Cruise, Jude Law, Brad Pitt and numerous other Hollywood hunks entered my celluloid life. Time evolves and so did the English TV network airing in India. More channels meant more series, interesting storylines and characters. This was the welcome for Friends, Desparate Housewives, Scrubs, Sex and the City and much much more… the journey so far has been more satisfying then anything else in my life.
Though a couch potato is taken and looked-upon in a negative sense, it would be a little too harsh to look at it that way. I love television, but am not 100% gullible to it, only partially and I know how to draw the line between reel and real—not justifying just resting my case.
That’s all the confessions for now…trust friends are not reading this and well wishers must have got bored half-way through, Mr future husband… are you there? Or have you taken a flight?

Workaholic syndrome, Paris debuts and Happy endings….

Last I was seen here was on April 19! Oh Gosh! It’s been a while, well more than a while since I did anything in this space. Was nursing too many things, oh no not a broken heart, thankfully it was not even one of them. It was more of a writer’s block or should I say a blogger’s block coupled with “I have too many things to do syndrome” which kept me on my toes and away from this space. No I wasn’t pulling-off a Hank Moody from Californication either; I mean I really love that guy not only for his looks, but also for the character itself. No way do I support his clandestine sex-life, but it feels good to see him fall in and out of shit all the time, after all TV is all about catharsis, isn’t it? All right enough about my comeback and Hank Moody obsession, and let me get straight to the point.
Life threw many surprises at me in the last four months since I have blogged. The first two months since April I was in head-deep work, swarming through stories, snippets and all you have got to do at a media workplace. I wasn’t really thinking, but just working like a paper shredder. Now that I look back it actually gave me the confidence of being a multi-tasker who knows to juggle many things at one given time. Basically, I suffered from a workaholic syndrome, where meal time doubled as telecon time.
I have always believed in the idiom “Life happens when you are busy making other plans”. So while I was busy working and hobnobbing deadlines, I was blessed with a mini-sojourn of Europe!! One couldn’t ask for anything more than a visit to Paris and Switzerland, it was like they say, “Happiness comes in small packages”. I mean yes the whole world goes to Paris and some of them even live there, but not everybody goes to Paris for the French Open and get an autograph and click a photo with the World Tennis Sensation Rafael Nadal!!
Speaking of Happy endings, a few more friends and cousins headed on their path to Holy matrimony. I for one have always been fascinated about how two people can actually come to the decision of being together for the rest of their life! I’m not against the idea or the virtue of monogamy, but am wondering how we humans put everything at risk and settle with each other. This again would be a debate for another day on another blog piece…hoping to be writing some sense in this space on a regular basis.

Until then…adios!!!