How many times can you watch F.R.I.E.N.D.S?
Holding a plate of two hardened bread crumbs with unevenly distributed garlic cheese and a glass of degassed coke, I sat down for my another binge-watching- F.R.I.E.N.D.S night. All set with speakers connected to laptop and hard drive blinking, I pondered upon my mood making decision that night, which season to watch. I was in no spirit of watching Rachael cry for serving coffee or ugly Phoebe or bad hair Monica, so I moved to season eighth and guess what, Rachael is pregnant, with of course Ross as the father. Cliche at its best. But don’t we love single, pregnant women stuck in late twenties- life crisis with big decisions to make and no prior experience of self-dependency. I happily moved on to watch my real life carelessness justified by Rachael’s decisions that turned out good for her eventually.
This is my average night, or an average night of every tired, introvert, bed-glued, medium earning, bread and cheese fan, single, Indian girl who would die of hunger rather than dressing up and going out for dinner, who would always choose F.R.I.E.N.D.S over myriads of you tube drama or action filled Narcos or cruel Breaking Bad or scary till death Game of Thrones. I choose F.R.I.E.N.D.S to laugh a little, think a little, crave a little, regret a little and then cry a little. And since I have passed through every emotion now being ‘poker faced’ all day, I can sleep in peace.