The Capitalist LifeA Story by Manish BhattThe day at the office had been a
tiring one. It seems to have become the norm. And the niggling is still there.
Just like a tiny piece of food stuck between your teeth reachable by the tongue
but you can’t just get it out. It’s like some version of Chinese torture. Dropping my bag on the kitchen table,
I make my way straight to the beer tap. From beside the tap, I pull out a
frosted glass (from the inside) from the refrigerator and put it under the
nozzle before turning on the tap. The gurgling sound and the fizz of the beer
coming out eases my headache a bit. Closing the tap, I take the first sip of
the instantly chilled beer and the entire body eases itself. With the glass in my hand, I sit
on my massage capable sofa and switch it on to a gentle massage. The whirring
of all the machinery within the unclingy leather fabric leads to the right
pressures at the right points on my body.
The body is being eased into an even more pleasurable state and the
headache is retreating a furthermore. Having settled my body into a pleasurable
rhythm and my mind into a mild delirious state, I take television’s remote
control from the sofa-side table and start my television. The usual suspect
options show up - Franchise Cricket, Mystery/Thrillers, Romantic Comedies,
Jukeboxes etc. - and all of it filterable by your favourite cricketer,
actor, location, mood etc. It was surprising when all of it was labelled as “debauchery
of our times” at the start but look at the prosperity it has brought. To
accommodate the infinite choices that people have and make new content
available every second of every minute of every day of every month of every
year of every century, billions of people have been provided employment while
others are making money by selling their land or getting into manufacturing of
physical assets or delivering of ancillary services to keep the cycle going.
What blasphemy. The television prompted me to
make a choice. Or did I want it to make a choice for me? I thought about what I
wanted. After pondering for a few more seconds, I chose Mystery/Thrillers and
filtered on Vikramaditya Motwane. The lights in the living room dimmed
themselves and the thermostat adjusted the room temperature to enable the best
viewing possible. As Amit Trivedi’s music started
flooding the room, I thought to myself - this was heaven. © 2023 Manish Bhatt
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