Them, as Mork and Mindy. Nanoo-nanoo.
The Cunninghams and friends and, the Fonz. Whoa ...
And, of course, the Ingalls.
As we grew older and saw these characters appeared in other shows not as Steve, Jamie, Mork, Mindy, Richie, Fonz, or Laura, our perception of these shows started to change. Steve Austin became Lee Majors; Mork, no longer, but Robin Williams; Jim to James; Laura was actually Melissa; the Fonz ... was mere Henry, a good name none the less, but just not that cooool. And, of course, the realisation that I couldn't lift my father’s car even if I did it in slow motion while uttering the sound effect of a rusty spring stretching in echoes was a big, big let down.
As we grew older and learned more about these characters and what was behind them, we would start analyzing everything that appeared before our eyes. Instead of accepting them without much of a doubt, we started to query.
Happy is no longer just pure joy. Behind the happiness, there always lurk worries about something else. Sadness no longer comes to us unimpeded by certain effort of restraining. Affection is checked with caution. Compassion is shrouded with doubts. Fear is countered with denial. Anger is suppressed with reasoning. No emotions are accepted as they are anymore. We do not embrace them as whole-heartedly as when we encountered them the very first time. We detach ourselves from them.
Not only do we question and analyze how we feel towards the happenings before our eyes, we started to be critical of the plot, too.
Does it make sense? How did we get here? Which turn did we take to reach here? Should we have taken the other route? Do I have to accept this? Why?
Starting from four paragraphs ago, I was not writing about TV shows. I was writing about LIFE and our emotions towards it.
Whenever I observe my kids watching TVs nowadays, it always makes me ponder how they would accept unreservedly what’s on the TV, and their complete absorption into the show. How straight and direct was their reflection from the show. How easily they show their joy, sadness, anger, frustration, etc. with laughter, tears, frowns, curses even. And I wonder was I ever like that. Should I be like that now? And perhaps LIFE should be like that? I wonder.
And don’t we sometimes wish that we would be waken up by the sound of running water from our bathroom and found out that it’s all just a dream? Don’t we?