Although the world has gone so far ahead because of technology and countless inventions and discoveries, it is not difficult to fine in this world, still those people who consider these things useless and consider the name of religion and superstition above all these. This backwardness of ideas push them backwards or in some cases, try and pull others back.
Deepak was sitting on his usual place while watching his favorite television serial on an English channel. It was only by chance that he had come across this show. He was scrolling through the channels to overcome his boredom and suddenly he had caught a glance of this show. He had found it very interesting. And now, he would watch it everyday, and perhaps, this was a small reason why sacrifice he regret he would have to make, when he would return to iit after his summer holidays were over. It was a serial describing the lives of college students, trying to come of age and learn new things, including bravery and love. He simply loved it. But he dare not see it when his mother was around. He knew that she had an allergy for English channels, as she thought then to be nothing less than child spoilers. She considerd it a sin for her kids to watch English channels with girls wearing mini skirts and sleeveless tops, boys wearing golden jewellery and mothers looking at least 10-15 years younger. Ahe thought that these channels were full of censored pornographic shows. Although she never said it, but these things were evident in her words, which she often used to describe them. But Deepak knew that it was not her fault.
After all, she was not even a graduate. She had left her college in the first week itself, after she had been knotted to his father. So he had no idea about he feelings of the college students and their needs. Bt it never filled him with any hatred for her. He only wanted to avoid her, while fulfilling his wishes, so that he could do what he wanted and she would not feel cheated. For the past two weeks, the plan had gone right. She had not seen him watch this show, which often displayed full fledged hugs between girls and boys, uneasy intimacy and seldom kisses. Whenever the show was on air, he would be alone in the drawing room, where was situated the only television of the house. But today was different, because as soon as he had switched to that channel, his mother had come rushing into the drawing room and he could just in time change the channel to a sports one.
“I told you to clean your room. So what are you doing here watching…..”
As her eyes went to the television, she was horrified. Not a single word could leave her lips as she could not believe her eyes. Deepak had not seen what was coming on the television, as he had turned to his mother as soon as he changed the channel. Now, looking at her astonished face, he slowly but uncertainly twisted his neck to have a look at the screen and as soon as the light signal from his eyes reached to his occipital lobe in the rear of his brain, he knew he was in trouble.
There on the screen, two semi-nude girls or rather girls with swim suits were wrestling in a ring, trying to pull each other to the floor. They were fighting as if two cats were fighting for a mouse. They were blonde and beautiful and muscular and just a glance of them had Deepak feel a drop of sweat full of horror dropping to his palm. He closed his eyes as if anymore image of those two would damage his mind beyond repair.
Oh no! What a fool I am. Why the hell do they show women wrestling on sports channels? Now what will I tell mom?
With a slow and steady move, he shifted his closed eyes to where his mother was standing. With unimaginable courage, he opened his eyes. With his eyes half open he could sense that it was even worse. She was gone.
He did not know whether he should consider it a sign of good or bad, but he knew that nothing would be same again. He closed the television and marched to her room. She was not there. He looked in to the kitchen. Se was not there either. He went to his own room. There she was, folding his clothes and settling them in to the cupboard. He just looked. He did not know what to say. Before he could think of a possible explanation, she whispered, “I don’t like you seeing such stuff. It will spoil you. Focus on your studies. Or else I will get cable cut off.” With these words, she closed the cupboard and went out of the room.
That’s it? Nothing more? Deepak did not know how to react, but one thing he was feeling was relief. He did not care about the cable cut, neither did he bothered about studies. He was happy to have escaped with just a little. He went back to the drawing room and opened his college show and forgot everything.
This was a narrow escape, not from death, not from injury or not from a ghost or bankruptcy. It was an escape from truth, which we accept but cannot share. This backwardness is so evident, but not something we can talk about freely. We feel free to talk of it with friends, but not with the family members, where it is most needed. It has become only a subject of laughter.
Deepak was sitting on his usual place while watching his favorite television serial on an English channel. It was only by chance that he had come across this show. He was scrolling through the channels to overcome his boredom and suddenly he had caught a glance of this show. He had found it very interesting. And now, he would watch it everyday, and perhaps, this was a small reason why sacrifice he regret he would have to make, when he would return to iit after his summer holidays were over. It was a serial describing the lives of college students, trying to come of age and learn new things, including bravery and love. He simply loved it. But he dare not see it when his mother was around. He knew that she had an allergy for English channels, as she thought then to be nothing less than child spoilers. She considerd it a sin for her kids to watch English channels with girls wearing mini skirts and sleeveless tops, boys wearing golden jewellery and mothers looking at least 10-15 years younger. Ahe thought that these channels were full of censored pornographic shows. Although she never said it, but these things were evident in her words, which she often used to describe them. But Deepak knew that it was not her fault.
After all, she was not even a graduate. She had left her college in the first week itself, after she had been knotted to his father. So he had no idea about he feelings of the college students and their needs. Bt it never filled him with any hatred for her. He only wanted to avoid her, while fulfilling his wishes, so that he could do what he wanted and she would not feel cheated. For the past two weeks, the plan had gone right. She had not seen him watch this show, which often displayed full fledged hugs between girls and boys, uneasy intimacy and seldom kisses. Whenever the show was on air, he would be alone in the drawing room, where was situated the only television of the house. But today was different, because as soon as he had switched to that channel, his mother had come rushing into the drawing room and he could just in time change the channel to a sports one.
“I told you to clean your room. So what are you doing here watching…..”
As her eyes went to the television, she was horrified. Not a single word could leave her lips as she could not believe her eyes. Deepak had not seen what was coming on the television, as he had turned to his mother as soon as he changed the channel. Now, looking at her astonished face, he slowly but uncertainly twisted his neck to have a look at the screen and as soon as the light signal from his eyes reached to his occipital lobe in the rear of his brain, he knew he was in trouble.
There on the screen, two semi-nude girls or rather girls with swim suits were wrestling in a ring, trying to pull each other to the floor. They were fighting as if two cats were fighting for a mouse. They were blonde and beautiful and muscular and just a glance of them had Deepak feel a drop of sweat full of horror dropping to his palm. He closed his eyes as if anymore image of those two would damage his mind beyond repair.
Oh no! What a fool I am. Why the hell do they show women wrestling on sports channels? Now what will I tell mom?
With a slow and steady move, he shifted his closed eyes to where his mother was standing. With unimaginable courage, he opened his eyes. With his eyes half open he could sense that it was even worse. She was gone.
He did not know whether he should consider it a sign of good or bad, but he knew that nothing would be same again. He closed the television and marched to her room. She was not there. He looked in to the kitchen. Se was not there either. He went to his own room. There she was, folding his clothes and settling them in to the cupboard. He just looked. He did not know what to say. Before he could think of a possible explanation, she whispered, “I don’t like you seeing such stuff. It will spoil you. Focus on your studies. Or else I will get cable cut off.” With these words, she closed the cupboard and went out of the room.
That’s it? Nothing more? Deepak did not know how to react, but one thing he was feeling was relief. He did not care about the cable cut, neither did he bothered about studies. He was happy to have escaped with just a little. He went back to the drawing room and opened his college show and forgot everything.
This was a narrow escape, not from death, not from injury or not from a ghost or bankruptcy. It was an escape from truth, which we accept but cannot share. This backwardness is so evident, but not something we can talk about freely. We feel free to talk of it with friends, but not with the family members, where it is most needed. It has become only a subject of laughter.
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