The Night

Little Ada sat on her chair in the corner of her room..the clock ticked 12 and she started hurriedly flipping the pages of her history book...the flipping was in tandem with the revolutions of the recently repaired fan in her room..she looked up at it and heaved a sigh of relief..the torturous days with the noisy fan were finally over...She got back to her book..She liked History and wanted to do really well in the exam she was preparing for..her mother had promised her the pink pair of sandals which she had been eyeing for a long time, if she stood first in her Std 5 exams.

Understanding the importance of getting enough sleep the night before the exam, she closed her book and switched off the lights. As she lay in bed, she recalled what her father always told her.."Ada, you must always revise everything wen you go to sleep. Think about the questions that will come and how you will face them. " She started going through what she had studied in sequence..in her mind..

"When was the First Battle of Panipat fought? Ohh yes! I know this! It was in 1526..yes..OR..was it 1525..NO NO...Ohh GOD! " The liitle girl was vexed..She had studied it so well..how could she have forgotten..After trying for a long time and still being unsure, she leapt out of bed..switched on the light..and ran to her desk..

While she was hurrying through the pages, she heard a THUD behind her back..a loud cracking noise followed and she turned around in shock and fright. What she saw startled her and she almost fainted in shock..the repaired fan had left the hook and landed exactly where her head had been a few seconds ago...Her parents rushed into the room..the noise was loud enough to wake up the entire household...

Her mother hugged her..they were all tormented but nobody could believe what a narrow escape it had been for her..A second here and a second there would have made all the difference in their lives...the bed was now broken in pieces..Ada went to sleep with her parents.. Every time she shut her eyes to sleep, she imagined the fan falling down on her face and got up scared and sweating..her mother pacified her...And explained to her that God's will can never be challenged.

She said her prayers..It was the right time to do so...She thanked god for having saved her..and for the first time in her life..she was happy that her memory had betrayed her...Had it not been for the Battle of Panipat...

The APE..The West!

He laughs because of the laughter track...but we can tell..there was nothing so funny in the joke for him to laugh at all! our conclusion- he doesn't understand most of the things he watches, but he still will...cause its all Angrezi..

Welcome to the world of the average Indian..and I can say that without much hesitance because most around me are just that...the topic on hand is the much talked about Indians aping the west... in every available form too...I see around me young people demeaning the Indian serials that run on our television..they are over the top (OTT is the much followed lingo!)..i agree...because the Bengali households don't have women dressed in the traditional sarees or adorning sindoor the way they show in the serials...but what I don't agree with is how the Indian drama is low society (LS!) and the same stuff shown in The bold and the beautiful not so..evidently they don't wear sarees..but that's because its not their culture...how is the drama any less..

I wonder if it remains only a fashion statement to say that the Sex and the City and Desperate Housewives are so well made as compared to the Indian "jargon"..An average Indian is most likely to relate to what is happening in our desi serials than to what happens in good ol Amrika..but no! serials are for the behenjis and mummies( with no work)..is what i hear most often...The soap and the drama they can handle only if its in English...

I had this discussion with a friend..and we both agreed that Heroes cannot and will not be compared to Shaktiman..there are technical differences between Peter Petrelli flying andShaktiman attempting to...we also agreed that Small Wonder was a league aboveKarishma ka Karishma...the reason being the same...

But what i fail to understand is, how is it that the Indian brain has so suddenly become more connected with the Firangi household drama than the drama in the Indian Parivars..I want to elaborate and say that an Indian mother teaching her duaghter to make Aloo Gobhi in a crossover movie was well accepted in Bend it like Beckham..but is not if shown where it actually happens...

To clarify, neither am I an avid serial watcher...nor am I a fan of the saas- bahu sagas..but im not averse to it...to kill time I do...I see a lot of novelty in the thinking processes of the Indian serial story writers..a lot of it is OTT..but then every serial has a momentum..and point when it grabs the most viewer-ship..i have never been ashamed and I never will be of succumbing to the most common way of entertainment that exists on TV..To add I enjoy all the Sitcoms that come on air...from TBBT to HIMYM to some drama in the Gossip Girl too..I like these much more than any of the Indian stuff too..but then..the serials back home have a set of creativity..maybe not the best...maybe not all...but nothing that I am ashamed of...

And I will never let myself get into the endless and typically degrading race of the West is the Best lot..Because if they have a Rigde Forrester, we have a Mihir Virani ...closer home too...

I wish people would show what they are and not follow the herd..have a mind of their own..not everything that looks good is actually good...not everything that THEY believe to be true is actually true...