Vamps O Vamps; but where are the bloodsucking ones

"The serial is in exciting mode." my mother chuckled as she changed the channel of the Television, to my annoyance for a movie to a saas-bahu soap. Being just arrived from my final classes I was not in the mood of giving in to her demands. "Change it now!" I shot back, " You have already seen it in the night. Put the movie back."



I am not a great liker of these serial and like other I have my reason. Maybe my liking of authenticity of products might inflame my desires these industrialy produced 'Products'. But it was not always that, long long time ago, I was one of the first to switch on these serial just in order to escape agony of cricket and craze of newly bought television. But as the time flied and lenght of my shadow incresed by each passing year, I more and more became distracted from these serials.



However this relationship of love, then hate and finally the highest degree of animosity has its own reasons. When I started to watch them as a 12 year old, I was happy that the good is fighting against the bad and villains (and vamps) are bad, but not tyrant too that extent and each time there luck gives them a chance. This was rather a good period, I hated vamps but didn't loathed them. It was rather an entertaining experience. However as shrill of their vioices increased and so does the infidility within the main family of the serial, I began of hate serial. These serials, I felt, have no end, they just keep going on, and these vamps, they've stopped sucking blood, now they satisfy themselves by your mind and time. Torture got new meaning in the TV. But still, I watched them sometimes, as i felt, times they do change.



But my newfangled beliefs were misfounded. No, nothing has changed, or has it, yes, but it had became more shriller. More stinking, more revengeful. Good wasn't wining, moreover it was mauled badly.