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The Idiot Box

Apparently, last week, the wedding ceremony of a minor celebrity (Telugu guy, I don't know who) was broadcasted on TV. It ran for over 3 hours and included an hour of "commercial breaks" at the very least. Yet, the ratings for this show was quite high.

Millions of people found it interesting to sit through 3+ hours of mindless rubbish and ads. I doubt if I can sit through 30 mins of my own wedding ceremony, never mind some other person's.

It's at times like these that I don't understand what the hell is wrong with people. This is not even voyeurism. There has to be a new word coined for such actions.

Also, at times like these, I feel like I owe a lot of debt to my parents for not putting me through the ordeal of watching TV in my childhood. 

Yep, that's right. Pretty much my whole life, I haven't had a TV in my home. Sure, there were times when I was bitter that I didn't have a TV. But now I understand the value.

I'm quite sure that if I had been hooked to TV rather than books, I would have been one of the people watching that 3 hour wedding ceremony. How different I could've turned out! Just thinking about it makes me shudder.

Sure, I watch a lot of TV shows now, but that is different from watching TV. TV literally sucks you in. Whenever you start watching TV, even if there is nothing interesting on, you just continue to watch it. Channel surfing or whatever is the slang.

Thanks, mom and dad!

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