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"Meera, tilt it left!" I'd shout. "I am tilting!" she'd shout back. "Don't shout," Baba would murmur, not looking up from his newspaper. "The TV understands fear. You must negotiate with it."

The grey dot expanded. The static crackled. And then, like a ghost rising from a grave, Shaktimaan appeared, punching the lizard-man into next Tuesday. zate tv

Baba smiled, sat back down, and picked up his newspaper. "See? I told you. Negotiation." "Meera, tilt it left

Every evening at six, my sister Meera and I would drag our plastic chairs to the perfect viewing spot, exactly four feet from the screen. Baba would sit in his armchair, a sentinel with the remote—which was just a long wooden stick he used to poke the power button. " Baba would murmur