why i can't dump the idiot box though i almost never use it

Watching TV can be so therapeutic. I'm talking channel-surfing, post 11 pm. (And no rabid news channels). That fake feeling of vegetating. Of life having no purpose other than pushing the button. Again. Ah!

I indulged in this nothing activity last night after not only what seemed like aeons, but were actual aeons (when I couldn't recognise even one name off the guide list, I knew I was in trouble. Except for Na Aana Is Des Laado, of course). So, the sheer number of choices had me confused, at first, until I realised (remembered, more like) what it's about - SURF TILL EYELIDS DROOP. And hence it was that I saw a bit of I Am Alive on Animal Planet (when the guy's thighs had split in half, and one of his eyes seemed to be popping out, I switched); some Vicki chick sing Florence + the Machine's Dog Days Are Over on The Voice (there's a Team Cee-Lo?! What fun!), fantastically; a bit of some lame movie called Apartment, where there was an entire song-and-dance sequence between Rohit Roy and Tanushree Dutta (I know), about 'Moving In Together', which mostly had her shooing him off, anytime he attempted to inch close to her, in almost old Hindi movie fashion (He probably didn't pay up his share of the EMI on the 'Apartment', am thinking, but I didn't get that far); Zoom's Top 10 Hot List of 'best onscreen kisses', which might've been not-so-bad if they'd done like, maybe top three? No? So, I ended up watching most of some faltu timepass show called Rules of Engagement? Real crappy, but I found myself laughing at the whatever jokes by the end of it. 'Sink-humpers' sticks in the mind. That was kind of funny, at least more so than what followed. The Big Bang Theory. It's when I gave up ... But not on television.