THE IDIOT BOX OF MY LIFE

There comes a time when all you can do is sit and look at the T.V. and wonder “How the hell did I get addicted to it?” Well, trust me, I’ve been asking myself the same question from the past whatnot years. And at the end of it all, I couldn’t get myself an answer to the question “How the hell did I get addicted to the television set?”

I’ve had a couple of theories, a couple of epiphany’s that led me where I wanted to be. Alas! All in vain. But there is something about the pulp fiction that gets all of us hooked to the fictional lives of our meta-beings. Was it the simplicity of “F.R.I.E.N.D.S”, or was it the underworld adventure of “Breaking Bad”, or probably the fact these characters are  a part of us  and the mere fact that we connect to them , each and every one of us in our own special way. For example, I connected to Richard Castle (from Castle) because both of us share the same love for literature, and he is the first one to crack the wackiest of jokes.

I know all of us have had a character on screen whom they think completely defines them, as if it was them played by someone on screen. We've all had that embarrassing moment, we've all have that proud moment, some of us have even had that you-know-what moment. So it isn't about a character “being you” on screen but the fact that you can relate to them in the most smallest and insignificant way. Many of us have the dorkiest brother like in Melissa and Joey or the most annoying sister like Monica in F.R.I.E.N.D.S. It’s about that one connection with numerous of those actors who are trying to get us to like them. They try to do it in their very own and special way.

And who doesn't want be badass like Max in 2 broke girls or intelligent like Mike and Harvey in Suits and/or brave like Tyrion in our new and favorite T.V show Game of Thrones or pretty like Penny in The Big Bang Theory.

People find their superheroes in Marvel comics, I find them in the one place where no one goes for inspiration, where people actually try to be a regular Joe just to get our attention or act stupendously crazy, but that too just to get our attention. I don’t think man has superpowers , I think man has magic, the magic to grab attention, the magic to be someone they are not and still get praised for it , the magic to wrap us under the cloak of life. TV is just not for TV buffs to quote , it’s there was inspiration, it’s there for a Joe to see another Joe be someone if they just did the effort, be someone whom they always wanted to be.

MAGIC.

But, it all comes down to that one question , “How the hell did I get addicted to the television set?”

I guess I don’t know, I don’t know how I got addicted to this incredible thing that has always inspired me and been on my side when others were not.

P.S: I AM NOT CRAZY, I KNOW THEY ARE FICTIONAL. 

Atheism, Free will and I

I've been an Atheist for long as I can remember.  It was not some grotesque satanic ritual or an initiation with people dancing in cloaks all around. It was simply when I realized that I didn't believe in a “superior power” anymore. I don't know when exactly it happened but it was definitely sometime after my fifth grade because I remember a small me sitting in front of the little home temple and reciting the “Hanuman Chalisa” 7 times, mother said it brought good luck, I needed that luck on my side that day, it was result day. It was definitely after that because I have never been so devoted to anything in my entire existence  as I was to that "hanuman challisa" that very day.

One day, maybe in sixth grade, I read this article about a woman who was recently raped and then left to die, and she did, die. I thought to myself “why does God allow this happen?” being a huge devotee of god, that I was, I decided that maybe it was god’s way of punishing that woman for some grievous mistake that she did.  Again, in the papers was a news about the rape of an underage girl, I wondered what wrong could she have done that god punished her. NO ANSWER. I had decided that it was enough and I went to my mother, expecting an answer. She couldn't give me one. No one could give me an answer.

Around the same time the internet of my house was being fixed up, I thought that maybe the mighty Google would be able to give me an answer. Upon reading several articles on religion I stumbled upon something called the “free will”. I knew about it. I read articles and articles on it, when I realized that “god” gave us free will. I thought to myself, “was the free will of rapist more important than the life of a child or a woman?” if there is a god, then where is he? Why didn’t he save the child or the woman? Why did he stay there and watch when the life of a child was being taken away shred by shred in the most monstrous way possible? I had no answers. I still don’t. I guess that is why I don’t believe in god anymore because if all that is written in the religious scriptures were true, the god, of our lives, would not be so gruesome and ignorant about the lives of his precious creations.

Now, people judge us, Atheists, call us godless and anti-faith and all of the gory words in their dictionary, but they never tend to ask us that why in the first place we changed our paths towards atheism.

The fact is that the belief in  a certain magic person from the sky is way too overrated, we believe what we can see with our eyes, hear with our ears and touch by our hands. We deal with the facts in hand,the fact being that the so called “god” is more concerned about the free fill of the rapist than he is about the life of a young girl.

I am a proud Atheist, not because I think this is cool, only because I believe that if there was a magic creature living in the sky and we are his creations then he would rescue us from all harms, once and for all.