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NETFLIX EFFECT



This is from an addicted fan, cornered for being a rebellion and imitating the many on our idiot box, I had few options but to give up whatever little interest I had in family soap operas. This  flaw forced me to explore beyond my realms, History, Engineering marvels, Discovery, News. That was not binging! I missed the spice, a pinch of salt, spoonful of chilies and black pepper. I hunted with relentless determination inching my toes to the edge. I found my niche. There was an absence of makeup, eyes were fiery red and there were surges of adrenaline and a battle with sedatives. I liked this new taste and flavor of chipotle. It was like a burrito different from our rajma chawal, it was hot. I realized a little late this certainly was madness breeding madness. I switched off those debates and my television forever. My entertainment underwent a colossal hit.

Advent of technology had transformed my mother and sister in law into movie buffs which they watched over YouTube and Hot star, something which was intentionally by one, and accidentally by other revealed to me. Here I was with no internet, no WhatsApp, no Facebook on my phone. Who cares! I am untouched; I like to live in past glories. Walking up this precipice onto YouTube and Hot star I hated the buffering wheel and government agencies blocking the download sites to prevent privacy and copyright issues. My technology driven children introduced me to Netflix and even sponsored an account for me. This was revolution with a capital ‘R’.I was hooked to it.

Whatever time I had in-between my patients, while waiting for my car to be repaired was devoted to streaming every second, every minute of my no work time forced me to recoil in my sanctuary. I just loved to carry my movie theatre no matter where I went. My sister refrained from disturbing me on couple of occasions assuming me to be busy while others conversed .Sensing my extra ordinary commitment she questioned the nature of my work. “What’s keeping you so engaged?” She laughed at what I answered ‘I am reading a movie’.  A Korean movie with volume muted and subtitles on. This was a priceless joke, it was like something we did in younger years by keeping Mills and Boon between our open text books to evade our prying mother. Such was the ‘Netflix Effect’

If I could interview Netflix “Do you not ever think about those ignorant who did not see the future” would be what I will question. “Do you have a sense of veneration for what you have accomplished”. I know, no doubt the reply would be WE HAVE CHANGED THE WAYS OF THE WORLD


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  1. UnknownMay 6, 2020 at 8:15 PM

    Very true in current scenario.
    You have the spark of a writer

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