Television has never been my best friend but it has a special place in my life during Ramzan. Yes, I am an educated young woman who would love to stop by documentaries. But, I would hereby ignore, when they sarcastically comment on what I watch. It does not matter if the show host is faking when it comes to prize distribution and Umrah tickets. I happily overlook their masked religious self because like everyone else, I die for entertainment. But when I say entertainment, I am looking for a lighter and a comical version of life.
I am certainly not impressed by airplanes and big cars, and that is not what you are supposed to concentrate on. Despite this, Ramzan is more than fried items and shoe shopping. It is like an annual reminder of knocking sense in us. It teaches us humanity and the reason for our existence. But when it comes to 15 hours of an empty stomach, I definitely need an energy boost. So these Ramzan transmission are more of a refuge that I seek; similar to what a glass of Rooh Afza does to many! It is an excuse that I would happily make to get few minutes to myself. With wailing kids and overflowing sink, I need to breathe. With all Shan-e-Ramzan and Afridi hype, I am completely deprived of sanity. My cable operator has left me without a TV connection because of which, I find no reason to smile often wondering what Dil Dil Ramzan or Ishq Ramzan are talking about.
With a whole lot criticizing anchors taking an oh-so-Muslim attire, and with people pointing at the commercialization of this month, I sit back and appreciate this because it is not easy. These Ramzan programs might have several shortcomings that are easily picked up upon, but it has a huge number of workers dedicating their efforts at a time when the common man skips office or dozes off with an excuse to kill time to iftar.