It was reported some time back that TV viewership fell for the first time ever in the USA. I'm surprised it took this long for the idiot box to start slipping out of favor. Thanks to the internet, the options we have at our disposal have grown exponentially. The TV, traditionally disconnected from the network cables, was caught unawares to the changing climes. Though it has recovered some lost ground, it'll probably never hog family time the way it used to. This probably stems from the fact that entertainment is less familial and more personal now. Our ever-expanding options have spoilt us for choice and we now prefer going separate ways to satiate our exacting personal preferences.
It's kinda sad, the ties that bound us together seem to be weakening.
I'm wearing a rather striking shirt, one that makes me feel like a clown fooling around in a graveyard. Roving eyes latch on to me and make me too conscious of myself. Checkered in red, grey, black and maroon, I've excused myself into donning it and looking silly for two reasons. It's Friday and…more importantly, the last working day of the year. Tailored half-a-year back, I never had the courage to wear it, not until today. It's that time of the year when it's time to reflect on the events that transpired. Last year ended on the worst possible note. Dad had expired and I was numb with shock. The repercussions rippled halfway thought this year. Things were so abysmal initially that I had lost the will to live. Acrid in everything I did, I was immensely angered by time phlegmatically flowing through its cadence. It was as if Dad meant nothing to anybody. What right did people have to live the way they always had when Dad was no more? Why was much of the world still ...
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