Tata, Sky?

The first thing I do when I get up every morning is to open the sliding windows of my living room and take in the breathtaking view of the sea. This Sunday as I lazily swiveled my head my eyes brushed over the tree tops and came to a jarring halt on two discs staring at me.

I was transported back to early childhood when, thanks to a soccer world cup, the television set finally entered our living room. My life changed and has never ever been the same again. With Chitrahaar came the perennial running up to the roof and tweaking the multi-spoke antenna. Arre, ektu edike ghora..bas bas..na na abar snow aasche..ulto dike ghora.

Every rooftop had number of these objects and soon the sky was trapped in a mesh of wires and aluminum rods. Which soon got covered with pigeon shit and other such allied substances.I was the happiest when the cable man made his appearance. The antennas disappeared and though there where thick cables strung across, the sky was blue again.

I am dreading the thought that DTH will win and we will be left with a saucerful of sky to look at.