The joy of quick video content

The joy of quick video content

Sometimes I feel nostalgic for my pre-motherhood lifestyle. I also feel a sense of unreliability when I think about the times when I lived freely and was not accountable to anyone but myself. Like one April, when the weather in Delhi was just perfect—not too cold, not too hot—and I decided to stay in my living room at Kailash Hills and create a corner for myself on the floor with these giant pillows Gave it to me which a friend had and binge-watched The Good Wife. I remember thinking I should decide to go to bed at some point, as it was well past midnight, but the story was so compelling, and I needed to know what would happen between Alicia and Will. So I lay on the bed and watched until I passed out. I recently reminisced about the months I spent in Goa in 2018 watching every episode of Gilmore Girls. Yes, I read and wrote and did other serious things, but I allowed myself to be playful in that way, giving permission to be mindful and gracious. And I often miss it. The last act I can remember of free consumption of film material was during my pregnancy, when I was obsessed with watching almost every episode of Agatha Christie’s Poirot.

Early motherhood doesn’t lend itself well to such time-consuming activities. Time seems so elusive that the notion of ‘being’ becomes complicated. When you find yourself with a big bunch of it, your changed brain ranks priorities, organizing all your tasks into tasks you can do when your baby is awake and those you can only do when your baby is awake. Can do it while they are sleeping. Since I started working full-time in August, my baby’s bedtime is my work time. I am almost super efficient and can do in a two hour slot what I would otherwise have to do many more things because I would definitely stop to procrastinate. It is like every day you get a small chunk of time and you should use it wisely to avoid feeling guilty. I have forgotten what it is like to binge a series. If I decide to invest in one, my partner and I parcel out the episodes, watching one episode each day at a time when our baby is definitely asleep. I slowly began to feel that there was a void in my routine that I felt unable to fill because I could not find an adequate replacement that would satisfy my lust for quick, cool, frivolous, yet clever and intelligent fiction. Can satisfy

My partner got caught up in the TikTok vortex sometime last year and through him I was updated about the current trends and extent of content. I debated for a while whether to bite the bullet and download the app. Social media is not my strength. Ever since I deleted Facebook and Twitter from my phone, I’ve found so much peace of mind that I was afraid to ever go back. My niece and my partner, the only two people I know who regularly follow TikTok, urged me against it. ‘If you haven’t downloaded it, don’t,’ he said, a hint of caution evident in his voice, as he was offering me his acquired knowledge. I downloaded the app, then forgot about it for a while, until one day, desperate for something that would momentarily take me out of my routine and feed my hunger for escapism, I browsed began.

At first I was confused. Why was I not getting the kind of cool content that my partner used to show me? I learned that I had to feed the algorithm. He showed me how; By following relevant hashtags, liking things I like and quickly skimming things I don’t. I’m happy to say I’ve found the sweet spot. And because the app is no longer available in India, I thought I’d share with you, my readers, some of the discoveries I made.

As someone who’s always emptied pasta into a colander, I was curious, then excited, to learn the better way to do it is to put the colander in the pot with the boiling pasta, then pour the water into the sink. Let out Try to better understand what I mean. I also discovered that I was not the only one who suffered from zombie parent syndrome when I got sick. A mother on TikTok shared this hilarious video of how, when she is working in zombie mode, she throws food on the floor for her kids as if they were chickens. Baby loves it. This is the same person who made a video hack telling other parents to separate the good candy from the bad candy and keep the good stuff for yourself, because kids are usually happy to be given candy, they talk about the kind I do not like I’m slowly discovering content that speaks to me, makes me feel visible, and makes me laugh uncontrollably. And sometimes you find a great song that completely transforms your earthly experience. Thanks to my partner, I discovered Gaddi Red Challenger, the first single from Bubblicious. In fact, since my partner and baby are still asleep in our hotel room in Turin, I’m going to immediately jump in the shower and vibe out with the song. It is much more than ear worms. This is a song.

Rosalyn D’Mello is a distinguished art critic and author of A Handbook for My Lover, discussing the life and times of the Everywoman. She tweets @RosaParx
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