I took the bite. And I took the plunge finally, after dawdling over the decision for months. Thus I have come to the profound conclusion (of course subject to market risks) that Binge Watching might be good for the brain but is terrible for the body!
Now that we have dispensed with the conclusion at the very beginning, let us proceed further.
Though my son and most have been raving about ‘Sacred Games‘ I was skeptical about taking the plunge. Why you may ask. ‘She is a prude‘, you may conclude. Well, you will understand my predicament better, once you understand my watching patterns.
Once the family has been fed to my satisfaction and Hmm-Husband vacillating between IPL and sleep while Darling-Dotty wonders looking at her mountainous pile of books, ‘what is the aim of all this grind?’, I finally settle with my plate of piping hot food for some serious streaming on my laptop, content with the knowledge that I have seen this day through.
When the very first scene is all blood and gore, naturally you can’t chew on it. Neither food nor the scene. But yesterday was different. I was in a benevolent mood towards self, as I managed to finish penning a chapter. I was willing to traverse the whole nine yards. ‘Sacred Games‘ was my reward. Like a true blue binge watcher, gave up on beauty sleep and finished the entire series in less than 24 hours. ( Let me gloat Ya, a record for me 😀 )
All through Ashwathama…Sarama…Yayati, I plodded on, pushed myself, ‘ab aayega twist, ab aageya twist.‘ Only to have the end credits roll. Concerned that I might have missed a vital point somewhere, I called my son to reconfirm the plot. Apart from the marriage of convenience between Bollywood, Mantralaya, Police, and Ganglands, with religious violence thrown as a seasoning, what else was in the offing? ( of course, this is a very simplistic and uni-directional summarisation of the two-threaded plot)
Wasn’t all this already dealt with in Satya or in Black-Friday?
My son answered, ‘Maybe so. I will Google about Satya. Some Manoj had an awesome role na?”
I counted till three and said, ‘Bhiku Mhatre! Manoj Bajpai!’ Sonny said, ‘Mom, my generation has loved the clarity, the sheer honesty with which this ganging up together has been shown in Sacred Games. It is very raw.’
I: ‘You mean this marriage of convenience between powers-to-be and unsavory fringe elements of the society?’
Sonny: ‘ Yup mom. You will take time to get this!’
At that moment it hit me of how paleolithic I was.
But I wasn’t giving it up so easily. ‘At least you wouldn’t categorize me as pusillanimous. Would you? I am open to watching a farrago of content’
I thought I had the last word.
Sonny: ‘Looks like someone is getting ‘Tharoorised‘
Uff! Me thinks, I won’t go bananas. I gotta ‘scale‘ it down and watch the boy’s head weight.
Who knows what will crash and when?
We are headstrong alright! Mommieee!