SOME ‘THOUGHTFUL EJACULATIONS’ ON GEC PROGRAMMING :)

Obviously in the Indian context!

Is there any limit to the shit being run on GEC TV channels?

Has story-writing become dead as an art for storywriters/screenwriters/dialogue-writers for television writers?

Either the screenwriters of these ‘wisdom-operas’ are so brave that they can write the same stuff again and again – without getting bored and bottlenecked – for same television serial or for some other.

Or they are so naive they cannot think beyond the routine sob-and-conspiracy stuff that makes families look like coming from Mars.

Or they are such chauvinists (considering they are males) that they do not want to think beyond sobbing or robbing women – a kind of gender discrimination and thus exploitation – portraying women in a closet.

The counterpoint – what about female screenwriters, producers, directors and actors?

Or – do they have the wisdom of common sense?

Or – why they so adamantly stuff the viewers with such boredom operas so much so that they like to think that they are contributing to the lucid flow of wisdom operas on the entertainment television channels in India.

Or – they are simply dumb to come with innovations and experiments in their writings?

Why it is such an obsession (or fad) with the production houses or the television channels to paint the ordinary Indian family in such a derogatory skew – multiple affairs – extramarital affairs – sibling rivalry to extent that a brother kills a brothers, a sister conspires against a sister, relatives try to kill each other?

Whatever that is left is dumped with fillers like grand parties, film songs and lavish events.

An increasing trend these days is the increasing population of superstition-based, supernatural or fantasy television shows that look horribly shabby in the absence of proper story and character development and totally unacceptable regard for aesthetics.

They work so questionably that they convert even the good storylines into worn-out, bizarre spectacles!

They simply tell why television is still called the ‘Idiot Box’ – in spite of being the most powerful communication tool in the mainstream media.

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/

SOME ‘SMART’ SMARTPHONE AFTERTHOUGHTS!

THE QUESTIONS

— How really smart a smartphone is?

— Should your smartphone be smart enough to make you look dumb?

— How long should the life of your smartphone be?

— Should there be a mental barrier on how much you should spend for a smartphone?

— What should be your upper mental barrier on the pricing front when you are looking for a new smartphone?

— Do smartphones with sky-high prices justify with smartness of their tech specs or it is just about that premium brand you are ready to pay for? In that case, you need to think if you are really smart enough?

— On an average, what percentage of a high-end smartphone features are fully used?

— What should be the line you need to draw between you and your smartphone usage habits?

— Should your smartphone be Hulk or Batwoman – the gigantic, ever-enlarging screens – or that four-inch or so curvaceous comfort?

— Should your smartphone be Barack Obama or Xi Jinping – should it add spontaneously to you – or should it make you cautious to add it to your lifestyle?

Smartphones

SOME ‘SMART’ SMARTPHONE AFTERTHOUGHTS!

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/

THEY FOUND THEIR MUSIC OF THE MOMENT IN THE FALLING RAINDROPS..

They were moving from one place to other. One of them was driving and the other was looking outside.

They were not talking to each other. None of them questioned each other why they were mapping the city roads that late in the night when it was pouring incessantly.

Probably, rain was the reason that kept them hooked to the motion of their thoughts that found a continuum in the motion of their vehicle – from one street to other – from one road to other – from one landmark to other – from one pathway to other.

They understood each other and felt it was a mutually agreed thought to spend some ‘more’ time like that with no care to define that ‘more’.

They both found their points – and their music of the moment in the falling raindrops.

For the moment – they wanted to remain in those moments only.

The one who driving was in an ecstatic mood after a rewarding day and was looking to find the resonance of his elated mind in the nature’s music but in a ‘restrained, balanced and peaceful’ way – on a raining, enlightened night – something that he had come to feel during the drive so far.

His companion, the friend, was pensive after a long day that had not gone the way it should have. It didn’t matter anymore if it was expected or unexpected. He was looking out in the dark, with the flow interrupted with flashes from lightning and streetlights, to clear his mind of thoughts, to get onto the path of healing, hoping the raining night would be able to enlighten him to read the next.

The night was getting younger. And it was still raining.

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/

DO SO TO GET THE MAXIMUM FOR YOU..

We come and we go.
We are creation of this flow.
Not entitled to stay forever.
We don’t desire to live forever.
Do the maximum that you can do.
Do so to get the maximum for you.
That is a way to look at life.
That is the way to look at life.
Pain,
That we have so often.
Happiness,
That we don’t have so often.
But,
Peace can always be a trusted decision.
We come here to go.
We have so been made part of this flow.
Pain and happiness they come and go.
Don’t cling to any and get the blow.
Life is never in extremes.
So stop taking extreme positions.
Its grey is never absolute.
So stop blaming your dispositions.
Do the maximum that you can do.
Do so to get the maximum for you.
That is the way to look at life.
Don’t fear the death.
It is only the finality.
It is the only finality.
Live your life with this sanctity.
Make tomorrow your today.
Make today your day.
Nothing lasts forever in this flow.
Everyone comes here to go.
Make your life go as you do.
Be at peace when it’s through.

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/