This was the one thing I vehemently opposed to be brought home. But my ‘not wanting’ was over ridden by my son’s ‘wanting’ that the whole world conspired with him( mainly my husband) and he got his much desired XBOX 360.
The story unfolded this way. Somehow, I end up being my son’s companion and chaperone to all the super hero and kiddies movies. With the 3D movies in vogue, which I really detest because it is pathetic to view a 3D movies on a normal screen with over-sized plastic specs or the unshaped cardboard specs where you have to scrunch up your nose to keep them from falling or have to hold it in place to have a proper view. So, the movie in question was Transformers 3.
Then, the dad and the daughter duo that had come to pick us up, knowing that the movie was not going to end anytime soon decided to shop for some “toys” for themselves. My daughter bought a camera (for an upcoming inter-school photography competition) Hubby bought an iphone. Then, they were waiting for my son to decide between PS3, Wii or an XBOX. “Jab sab the razee, kya karegi maaji?” I had to grin and bear it all. My hubby blissfully was oblivious to the hole these toys were burning in his pockets!
This weekend saw the family spending some quality time together in front of this idiotic box. We were laughing, hi-fi ing, swearing and acting funny. More than anything else, we sweated it out. Literally! I assumed myself to be fit. But a round of air boxing with my son was a pain in the arm. We ran in place, we jumped, we kicked, and we hit…and were exhausted by this virtual technology.
I have extracted a promise from my son that he will go down and play the real games with his real friends in the real world. It will take about a week’s time….he will be holed at home, then the novelty will wear off and he will be back into the real world.
Any day I would prefer the real.