Karthik writes about the travails of watching Sun TV, and concludes that he pays for the bad experience because it reminds him of home.
I totally agree with him.
When we were in Singapore, Vidya had a horrible time with the food. Finding vegetarian food that she liked was proving to be quite difficult, and we found ourselves running back to Little India for food. We tried out different places in Little India, and one day, we walked into Saravan Bhavan. In a moment, we were transported back to namma Chennai – we might as well have been in the Parrys Corner Saravana Bhavan. The noise of empty stainless steel plates and tumblers hitting the steel wash bin, the shouting of the waiters, the strong smell of agarbathi and food, the screaming of little children, the shouts of patrons trying to attract the attention of a waiter – everything was so reminiscent of home. Forget reminiscent, it WAS home! Except for the fact that the money being paid was dollars instead of rupees, we were in Chennai.