How often it is when your television set talks in utter frustration to the home theater system attached to it and annoyingly to its own remote system? Ever wonder what these non-living objects talk to each other about?
When the pulsating advertisement on Ten Sports is flashed on the screen, and the viewer in sheet excitement decides to tune up the volume by several notches, then you can well imagine it is time for the television to give a long hard stare at its neighbor home theater system, because it is the latter that further attempts to magnify the already loud volume, thereby adding special effects to the whole scene, and almost deafening the television set.
Now that the television's ties with the home theater system have been severed because of one stare too many given by the former to the latter, the television has no-one else but the remote device to befriend. It would not be hard to believe why these two entities become the best pals and also relax the most whenever there is a power cut at home or when there is a rare moment when there is nobody at home.
However, the mood of the remote system soon turns somber when the young family member starts pressing it a bit too much merely for changing channels.
The intensity of pressing the remote grows when the battery cell inside the remote becomes weak due to its aging. The plight of the poor remote system is written on its face and it is now left with no option but to discuss its grievance with the television. Harried and tired of now associating itself with nothing but a nuisance value, the remote system just does not know when to stop weeping in front of the television set, which now is suffering from something of an equivalent of a human being’s blood pressure 180 systole and 200 diastole.
Fearing no end to its misery, the television attempts to blow itself by short circuiting it with the electric wires. But suddenly the young kid decides to turn on the channel that is now showing an inspirational movie. That movie shows some of the struggles faced by Indian women’s national hockey team of four decades ago that defied all odds and all adversity from being written off by everyone to win the most coveted world cup trophy in Australia. In a matter of two hours, the television observes the kid weep in ignominy of the then poor state of affairs of the team members. Next, it observes the kid watching how those players and support staffs were quickly losing hope of even qualifying for the championships and how they threatened to implode themselves. However, soon the kid sees how those players allowed their coach to mastermind their destiny, followed by how they sensed the emotions and adrenalin pumping like gush of energy in their nerves. The same team would then march to the semifinals of this mega event. Then, the players would work in tandem to help romp their rejuvenated team into the finals, and finally trounce its most feared opposition Australia in the most momentous final match.
It all ended with a vociferous victory lap and uninhibited unfurling of the Indian flag in front of the happy and emotional spectators amidst bright sunshine.
The television suddenly felt an urge to speak to the young kid that, although it was not a living being, yet it also felt the desire of being part of the contingent that was unfurling the Indian flag. At this the kid jokingly replied to the television set “Please do not get too emotional, or else you might blow up because of too much electric current flowing in your box!”
But the television was occupied in soaking the pleasure of having broadcast this movie to the young immature kid.
That kid later would grow to become a world famous lawn tennis doubles team player.
