Killing Serials

Now that I have got my reading, tennis and passport-chasing under control (if case you are interested in the details... reading: a book in 2 days, tennis: 3 hours a day, passport chasing: completely on hold except for 3 phonecalls a day which are never answered anyway) I finally have time for other leisurely pursuits like talking to my family, reading the newspaper and feigning an interest in prime time television (local channels only).
When Grandma was here on a visit, I noticed that the title of one of the serials she watches translates to 'Bhamini never loses'. I don't know if it's just me, but I can't help wondering why anyone would want to watch something so predictable? In fact, someone should go have a talk about this with Federer the next time he plays a Wimbledon final against Andy Roddick. No, I haven't gotten over that. Deep wounds like these take time to heal.
While I am voicing theories, here's another far-fetched one, this one also about tennis. Now there are a bunch of tennis players from Serbia, not just any players, but players in the world top 20, who claim they learned to play tennis in a swimming pool drained of water. I can just imagine what an Indian, especially in this season, would be tempted to say: When I was younger, I waited for the monsoons so that my coach could dig up a tennis court for me to practice my freestyle swimming. That was how I became a swimming sensation. I dedicate this victory to the rain gods and that tennis court we destroyed to build my swimming pool.
I'm feeling really sleepy now, so this post will have to end here. But don't worry, faithful readers. Now that I've got my activities under control (yes, yes, I am very proud of that achievement) I will be writing regularly from here on in. Although exactly how regular "regularly" is, is open to speculation.