The Delhi Syndrome

The high of the CWC 2011 is slowly fading away and for another few days, till IPL starts, I am gonna be bored as hell again.

This is what life in Delhi has done to me.

Once a upon a time, when I was in Chennai, I barely watched TV. It was just this idiotic box which rested at home. I would listlessly stare at whatever Amma was watching at dinner time. Then, sometimes, I would leave it on to help me fall asleep on the couch. Other than that, the TV barely mattered.

Here in Delhi, with all its extreme climates, and unsafe roads, staying home and watching TV has become the easiest thing to do. In summers, it is too hot to get out. In winters, the thought of having to bundle yourself up in gazillion pieces of clothing is enough to demotivate you! Thus my TV obsession started.

You know, Star World is such an awesome channel? They keep playing nonsensical TV shows and they keep repeating the episodes, like someone asked for an encore! There are some episodes of HIMYM and Friends that I have seen 4 times in barely 2 days. And I still watch it, I mean, you never know, maybe I missed someone twitching their nose the last time I saw it!

When Masterchef was going on, 21:00 was the best moment of my day! Yes, I really enjoyed that show and followed it devotedly. The day Matthew was eliminated, I was so depressed, I even tweeted about it! And the final episode was a bitter-sweet time for me. It almost felt like an age old romance was ending as the lovers had to part ways. *sniff*

Then started Bachelor. It was an extremely crappy show. Yet, me and my friend (also suffering from the Delhi syndrome) watched the episodes and bitched about the girls who featured in the show like we would about our high school classmates. And when Brad did not choose De Anna, we were shocked beyond words. How could he do that?????

If I leave out Sun Music and Isai Aruvi, I would be doing great injustice. Those are the constant fixtures on my TV. I put them on in the vain hope that they would play some good, listenable song. But 90% of the time, what I get is really crappy songs, stupid ads with unfortunately catchy tunes (which I sing along with) and VJ’s vazhinjing (there is no English word for this) to their audience and ordering them to “TV volume kammi pannunga”. 

So, when the CWC came up between all this, it was like at last, I had something to watch where I can’t predict the next scene, where there was some real action. Now that’s also gone. Luckily, Manoranjan ka baap is here to save my days! So now, I can pull out my bean bag, squat around for hours together and swear at the TV. Aaaaaaaah…