They came from another state to attend a marriage. They are puritan Keralaite Syrian Christians, glued to soapy TV serials and the Bible. Soapy TV serials are configured to exploit the sterile mindset of traditional Middle Class India. Even though I don’t want to watch them, I get their stimulus as the TV is placed in the living room and that’s the place where I read and surf the net. Recently I happened to watch one of the serials my INLAWS were watching. The subject was idiosyncratic and dealt with a bus hijacking. I smiled wondering at the producers limitations to limit to a bus hijacking. They don’t have the resources to do a plane hijacking. One of the hijackers was a woman and she was religious-gender-stereotyped wearing the shibboleth, Purdah, the Islamic veil. She went to a great extent of contorting her face to bring out terror and ferocity. It’s the custom of my in-laws to start watching serials right from 6 in the evening to 9 in the night. There is a medley of serials. I enjoy watching their expressions, a kind of myopic catharsis when they encounter a man of a respectable family being arrested for prostitution and charged with the crime of Immoral Traffic. India is amazingly a good country and there are plenty of rapes as well as strange outdated British Law which charge a person with the crime of Immoral Traffic if caught for prostitution. Another serial goes to a great extent at a Mother In-law daughter in-law rivalry, a typical cultural fetish of petite bourgeoisie, middle class India. Most of the serials are gender-centric where males are portrayed with masculine virility and females as being a bundle of emotions and passivity. I was watching a woman police officer who laments to her senior at the indifference showed by her husband to her efforts to be a good mother and a traditional wife. After the serials are over, my in-laws sit in the living room, start singing Christian songs and then read the Bible and then very piously draw the sign of the cross and then have dinner and finally hit to bed. Yes, I am living in Kurianoor gravy of a situation, a situation of being intellectually famished.