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Silence of the Idiot box

1-Jan-2016 New Year's eve. Our home was bustling with laughter and chit chat. Our cousins had come down and we were discussing good old days. Eldest of us started telling the kids (next gen) about how we used to celebrate New year during our childhood.
In sometime, we had our dinner. The food tasted so good. Then we started playing charades and Antakshari. Every now and then someone would come up with an anecdote about someone in the family and it triggered a series of stories.
It was nearing 12 and we were all sitting together singing some of our favorite songs. And then the countdown began.
Party popper, cake, lights all set and then 'Happy New Year' in unison. Photo session, cake smearing and a bit of eating and then back to talking talking and talking.
Everything was perfect and I was loving every moment of it. But there was something which was silently watching all this. Something which probably felt left out. And yes I'm happy we had ignored it. I had a Happy but evil'ish' smile and I looked at it and thought life is better without its existence. We all had talked like never before. The 'Idiot box' had no work for the day. It controlled our evenings, but today I felt more powerful. I was not being controlled, I was the controller. I turn around and look at my family and wish that we keep talking and be together. I wished that the cable operator had frequent snags.
Silence of the Television turned out to be a boon, an opportunity, music for ears, magical.... RIP Idiot Box( hope to say that soon)

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  1. Unknown31 January 2016 at 14:44

    Loved every bit of this blog! I also want to say RIP smart phone....watsapp, fb, twitter, snap chat....

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