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Remember that one friend who’s a bad influence but also makes life exciting? Yeah, that’s Netflix for me. It’s like that nosy aunty at a wedding who feeds you unlimited laddoos, even when you’re screaming, “Bas, aunty! Diabetes ho jaayega!” But let’s face it, you keep eating because, well, laddoos. Netflix is my digital laddoo.
The Origin Story: A Tale of Two Clicks
It all started with a “free trial.” Oh, the devil’s handiwork! One innocent click and I was on a “30 Days Free” ride to doom. Fast forward to today, I’m knee-deep in subscription renewals, looking at my account like, “Beta, yeh tumse na ho payega.”
It’s 8 PM. Dinner is done. I should be organising my closet (it currently looks like a tornado’s playground). But no, my brain whispers seductively, “One episode won’t hurt.”
Four hours later, I’m watching a Korean zombie apocalypse drama with subtitles, thinking, “Arre, India mein toh zombies ka scope hi nahi hai yaar. Traffic mein hi mar jaayenge!”
The Genres That Hold Me Hostage
If I had a rupee for every time I’ve thought, “Yeh main solve kar leti police se pehle,” I could pay off my subscription. My Google search history now looks like a crime suspect’s diary: “How to dissolve a body in acid?” Thanks, Breaking Bad.
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If you think Bigg Boss is a mindless drama, wait until you’ve binged Indian Matchmaking. Watching Sima Taparia judging someone’s height and stars while eating popcorn is peak entertainment.
The Tragedy Of Time
Netflix is ruining my circadian rhythm. My mom has started calling me “Kumbhkaran,” and if I oversleep, she stands by the bed with a belan. My father? He’s given up. He just walks past with a resigned “Kaun samjhaye tumhe!”
Netflix subscription feels like an uninvited relative during festivals—unavoidable and expensive. Every month, I wonder if I should cancel it. But then it’s like Netflix whispers, “Aur tere life ka kya hai? Bina mere kya karega?” And the saddest part? Netflix isn’t wrong.
I once decided to “quit Netflix” as part of a New Year resolution. Bold move! I know. Three days in, I was back, logging in like a dramatic Bollywood heroine running back to her lover. All I needed was background music and Shah Rukh Khan’s arms wide open pose.
Netflix and I? We’re like those Bollywood relationships where the hero and heroine break up only to unite in the climax. Sure, it’s ruining my life. But do I regret it? Nope. Life is short, and if I can’t organise my closet, at least I’ll know how to survive a zombie apocalypse.
Now, excuse me while I go cry over BoJack Horseman. Again.
Sources: Bloggers’ own opinion
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