I hope you remember this ad. Don’t you? Ah, well, at least the ‘elite’ people know. By elite, here, I am referring to the privileged few who happen to own a television. For me, my membership in the elite class has been a discontinuous graph, it remained fairly close to 0 since the last 14 years now.

Often, the elite have mocked the general public by talking about new ads on the television, of which the general public has no idea. And in such conversations, more often than not, the elite cannot explain in words how witty or hilarious or wonderful an advertisement is. So the ‘general public’ feels left out, and so the distinction of being ‘elite’ exists.

Today morning, the gods descended upon our home, and gave Bhavik the responsibility of passing on a message from God himself to me. Thereafter, taking the oath to fulfil what God had ordered me to do, I setforth a journey, long and tiring, through the heavy unrelenting traffic of BTM layout, risking my life by believing in Bhavik’s bike riding skills, climbing up to the 8th floor of an unknown building (using a lift;)). There, so high in the sky, near the heavens, was resting the treasure that would enlighten our lives for as long as we continue our stay in Bangalore.

With great difficulty, we all picked up the glowing relic, shining black in color, put it in the chariot (car) of its caretaker, and returned home. A flash of cosmic ray eminated from my bare hands (which were holding the remote) that started a chain reaction in the divine body that we had just procured, and a blue screen of godly colours lightened up. This was the story of our tryst with our new (second hand) television.

The heavenly gods have finally blessed me, and I thank thee in rejoice, and cry in happiness that God considered me worthy of joining the elite.

Hail LG!

Adios.