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This is an archive article published on April 22, 1998

Help! I’m a TV addict!

I see a sign outside this massive hall and I walk in. Inside there are atleast hundred people, very respectably seated and then I walk up to...

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I see a sign outside this massive hall and I walk in. Inside there are atleast hundred people, very respectably seated and then I walk up to the dias as instructed. Once there, I hear myself say, “Hi, I’m Sharmilee and I’m a TV addict!”

Wow! That is when I suddenly wake up in cold sweat and cry for `Help’, to anyone who is listening.

Yes this recurring dream or rather, a nightmare of mine, wherein, I see myself enrolled in some kind of a “TV Addicts Anonymous” (something on the lines of the Alcoholics Anonymous) it is not only appalling but scary too.

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You know I am a nice kid. I don’t smoke, drink, or flunk in college and I am definitely not on drugs. So why am I letting this `addiction’ ruin my precious sleep and my precious gray matter? (Which lately seems to be degenerating, and then again, it could just be my imagination…).

“See what I mean!” (let me clarify “I seem to have LOST IT!!!”Reasoning is not so simple. You see, I’ve probably been a TV addict all my life. It didn’t bother me before so why is it bothering me now? It is just that I have suddenly at twenty chanced upon the `psychological realisation’, that I watch a little too much of TV and that TV basically makes my world go round…

Ok, So I ask… Who doesn’t watch `a little too much of’ TV?!; Do I see hands go up?! C’mon, you can be frank with me and besides, it is not as if I’m going to jail you or put you on probation! OK, so once again I repeat my question and this time… I see just two hands up. Now that is much better, much-much better.

See, so it wasn’t that bad, was it? I mean the fact that we’re all sailing in the same `rotten’ boat!! (Hey, who am I kidding. This whole hypothetical `hand’ quiz was simply my defensive side and basically for you all to)Back to `confession time’. So I am an addict. (U know this would make for a cool song, something that went like this – I’m an addict, oho; I may be forsaken, oho; I may be doomed, oho, but not yet coz, oho; I still have my TV, my life…) But just for the record, let me quote the oldest line in the book… “This addiction is not the end of the world; the important thing is that I want to do something about it.”

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So the `something’ that I did started with me writing this soul statement and me `coming out’ in the open with my imperfection. And finally, all I want to say is, “Yes, I’m an addict!”. PS: Help wantedDoes anyone have a therapy for `TV addiction?’

Contact: Needy characters (including me, my friends and all other addicts)

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