TV Couch Blues by Shahbaz Shiekh
Posted by عمار - aMmAr | Posted in General, Guest Writer, Social and Politics | Posted on 30-07-2008-05-2008
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Shahbaz Shiekh is an old friend, a telecom engineer and is completing his Masters from UTD. He writes on and off at Ronin. Here is another piece written by him that I wanted to share with my readers.
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A very common habbit among chronic tele watchers….. falling asleep on the couch while watching TV. If someone took a picture of me, asleep on the couch, my mouth ajar, accumulated drool on my collar and the remote control in one claw like hand, and then showed it to me then well… I would obviously feel pretty silly.
On one such night while I had fallen asleep gracefully watching TV, I had a dream. I dreamed that I was sitting on a bench in the park, the evening was giving way to a cool and pleasent night, when an old man came and sat beside me. His clothes were all wrinkled and dirty and signs of hunger and exhaustion were evident on his face. His eyes were dull and told you that that old man had absolutley no self esteem left. This old man was just waiting to die.
“Hello son.” He said in a gentle and slow voice.
“What do you want? Go away. Stupid old creature. I don’t have time to waste on you.” I replied harshly. I then reached into my pocket and pulled out a TV remote control, pointed at the old man and started pressing the buttons furiously. The remote control had some strange effect on the old man and he fell down from the bench, clenching his heart in pain.
“Please! Don’t hurt me. I just wanted some of your time.”
“I said… I don’t have time for you.”
“But don’t you remember me?”
“No!” I pressed some more buttons and the old man winced in more pain.
“Remember. When you were young, you used to wait for me every Saturday night, and I would bring you a nice english movie and you would watch it with your sister.”
“Ugly hag!!” It seemed that today I knew no mercy. I started shaking the remote control at him.
“…. and in the morning before you left for your school, I showed you your favorite cartoons and then you would talk about them with your friends in school all day.”
“…. die, Die, DIE!!!!” I was getting angrier.
“….. and when it was evening; you, your mom, grandma and siblings would watch me play a drama and then when it was over all of you would anxiously wait for the next episode.”
My rage grew cold and turned to stone. I brutally kicked the old man in the gut and spat on him. I laughed and said: “Hahahaha! You are so old. You are so clumsy. No one likes you any more.”
“Do you hate me too?” He asked feebly, tears in his eyes.
“I always hated you.” I replied giving him a disgusted look.
“Well, I always loved you.” He said and died.
I woke up with my mouth ajar, drool accumulating on my collar and the remote to the TV in one claw-like hand. And I asked my self: “Did I always hate PTV?”
Back in the days before the VCRs sat under television sets or before the Dish Antennas dwelled on rooftops or before the internet made mere mortals ubiquitous, PTV was the undisputed king of entertainment in Pakistani homes. People relied on PTV to tell them about the world (…. aaj ka khabarnama), people counted on PTV to make them laugh and people believed that watching PTV as a family made them a complete home.
What many people don’t know is that that is still the order of the day for a few Pakistanis. Well, not few but a lot of Pakistanis. Say…. about 50-60%. Contrary to popular belief that cable is EVERYWHERE; cable television services have still not penetrated the rural Pakistan (and also the larger Pakistan). So those poor folks (if they are fortunate enough to have a TV) will just get whatever is in the air, every where: PTV.
So the next time you look down upon PTV and say “Hahahaha! You are so old. You are so clumsy. No one likes you any more.” just think about the simple mundane lives of your country men, PTV is still trying its best to fill with color.
And besides, isn’t PTV the only channel which one can watch with his mom without getting up for a glass of water even though he is not thirsty?
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This article was brought to you by: Evil Brodcasters Assocaitions, Slavery of Speech foundation, The Sanctimonious Military Regiem and Karshi Ka Jame-e-Shereen.
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