Dear Owner,

I remember the day you got me home. I came along the ‘Samsung television’.  I was glad, I was always told that the master will cherish me, since I will give him the pleasure of comfortable television viewing. But I was wrong. I realized that I was born only to be overshadowed by the TV. Everyone failed to acknowledge my presence, the Television was given the utmost importance. I was made so that the Television could show off.  

Over these years, I have been pressed, like a whore. Sat on, like I am a part of the couch. Flung to the other side, like a Frisbee.

I have lost an eye, and you think that I don’t do a good job of helping you change the channels? Did you forget that you were the one who flung me across the wall that day, when you fought over your wife over the channel? Pressing me harder will not help you get to a new channel, it will make matter worse. You molester!!

I envy that Television, the doctor is called to his aid, all the time he is unwell. I need a doctor too and all you do is plaster me will cello tape?  

When you are busy playing staring games with the Television, I am being manhandled by many. You have no clue how it feels to be caught by clammy sticky hands.  Sometimes even oily hand handling me. YUCK!!! Show some respect at least.

This is not done, I know I was never important for you, But you can’t torture me like that. I haven’t had a good life, but don’t make it worse for me now. Let me die in peace.

The only time I was happy was when your son used me as a gun when he played with his kiddy colleagues, and when your daughter used me as a microphone once to sing. Sigh!  

Now, I am contemplating suicide. The television laughs at me every day at my sucky life.

I can only hope to be reborn as a television.

Waiting to seek your Love,

Your Remote Control