Debbienho !

P.S. I discovered this amazing blog, www.delatheinker.wordpress.com , and I think you should see it. Especially if I’ve annoyed you before. And even if I haven’t, I assure you I will soon, so go and see it. Now to what the crazy fairy left in my room again. * Dear Indian Television Series, Namaste! I see you a lot nowadays. Sometimes because I want to, because in my rankings—and every one knows that counts for something—British humour comes first, then Indian, then…the rest. Sometimes against my will, because…I’m passing by the television set and you’re just…there! A lot. On so many channels. You’re almost…inevitable now. But that’s not the problem. Although it could count as one, because I consider how ubiquitous you are on local TV and I wonder if any of our series are on your TV channels in India. Do Ravi and Seeta cut conversations short and run home because they don’t want to miss a second of Bongo Bar? But who cares? I do. Whatever it be, ...

Dear Television Networks, But, why? I’m not an avid television watcher, not since telenovelas claimed the airwaves such that we the disinterested few are left with close to nothing to watch. But there are times I can’t evade watching TV, like when I’m forced to be a part of the family tradition of sitting in the living room and commenting on the politicians’ antics you tell us on the news. To be fair, you give me something new to be sad about, if only for a few minutes. So is it wrong that I’d think you’d return the favour by at least making sure your news comes out flawless? Instead, what do I get for my troubles? Huge language errors. I understand it may not be a big at all deal to some of you—‘ooh, the people will overlook that, no one notices these things!’—, but personally, seeing spelling and grammar errors in a news package—or any package, in fact—is equivalent to being jabbed in the eye by a very small but very real jackknife. And even you’ll admit that that’s not...