The “serial” killer!

I love my mom. I am grateful that she’s not one of those moms who’s control-ly or bossy. She’s not a happy-go-lucky type but she’s not an angry woman either.

I am the opposite of her. Like most women here she lives for the society. Every move she makes in her life depends on what others would think of her. Her life is designed based on the “thinking” of others.  She cried her eyes out  on the day I told her my divorce was final, while I treated myself to biriyani and a chocolate fudge  cake.

One day she said that my marriage was a mistake. I told her I would be more careful the next time I do it!  

I love teasing her and her ways.

But the thing that puts me off is her addiction to the crappy “serials” on tv. Oh my god! The shit they show! It is unbelievable.  Art is exaggeration of life I get it, but the serials cross the line.

Sample :  A small girl loses her ability to speak when she witnesses a man’s fall from a building.  After so much drama and wailing of the chorus singers she goes back to school. Everyone is nicer to that girl, except one. That’s another small girl for crying out loud. She is shown with a background score that is suitable for a horrendous villain when she’s merely  jealous of the attention the other one gets.  The next scene she plans something BIG and BAD and I coudn’t watch any of it no more.

I am kinda addicted too to Hollywood and sitcoms. The movies I watch are too gross or too scary or too violent to my mom. At one point you merge with what you like I guess. I remember the poem I read long time back in which Elliot says that the dancer and the dance become one. I am like what I watch and my mom’s like what she watches.  It is  one  of  the  external  factors  that  leaves  its influence on us. Like the people we meet, like the books we read, what we watch on tv too leaves something inside of us.  We choose and we become!