• Today is the last day this grand old building will send out a telegram for the service of the Telegraph Department will be stopped. I wonder what it will deal with though?

    Long, long ago when Colaba Causeway abounded with Hippies and the fumes of Hash over powered the fumes of petrol, the CTO used to be crowded with dirty, scruffy foreigners picking up money from home. When prosperity came back to the Western world and the hippies found themselves and  became investment bankers, the building was cut into half, and juxtaposed with a modern tower called Videsh Sanchar Bhavan, a huge ugly monstrosity (whose loose marble cladding  often killed a hapless passerby) thus ruining the topography of the elegant  Indo Saracenic neighbourhood in the heart of Bombay.

    While many people of my generation or older would be sad that another link to the past is thus being severed, there are literally millions who don’t know the difference between a telegram and a telegraph leave alone the spelling of  the word.

    “A telegram is a communication or what you send to a person,” I remember Mrs. Downey intoning in her deep sarcastic tones, “while a telegraph is the technology or the means by which you send a telegram”, simultaneously flinging a piece of chalk at one of the boys at the back who were more interested in watching the skirt ride up high on a thigh of the girl in front of them rather than learn the subtleties of words of similar meaning.

    In the good old days when telephones were for the rich and famous ( or very important people) the telegram was the  fastest way to communicate for mere mortals like us. And it was efficient too :  I remember getting a telegram late at night from my father who was posted in  the Himalayan foothills  saying ” Leave granted. Coming by morning flight”  or a message from my Uncle asking us to meet his wife at the Railway station at at 1500 hours on Monday 24th July with a hot flask of tea and parathas for her dinner as the pan-Indian train she was traveling passed through our town on that day.

    But there are telegrams and telegrams and I often remember the story old  Mrs. Rodrigues told me. She was waiting for her luggage to arrive when she got a telegram saying ” Truck felled. Luggage Late.” The poor lady  not only spent several days in the same clothes but also mourned  the loss of her best  China that she had so carefully transported throughout the length and breadth of the country over several years and numerous postings. “But, can you believe this?” I remember her asking, ” When the luggage arrived it was all intact! When I asked the Transporter what he meant by the telegram, he said ” Oh madam, the truck broke down in the ghats.” Obviously the telegraph operator was not in Mrs. Downey’s class and didn’t know the difference between  Felled and Failed .

    Telegrams were also sent as greetings on Birthdays, Anniversaries,  Weddings ( May Heaven’s Choicest Blessing be showered on the Happy Couple), Birth announcements ( Sharda blessed with Bonny Baby Boy. Mother & child doing well) or  examination results ( Passed with Distinction)  and the telegram deliverer would wait with open hand for a tip for being the harbinger good news. I remember particularly every New Year’s day the bell would ring at 6 am and a telegram wishing my father in law ( who was in Africa those days)  a very happy birthday being thrust under my nose. Already annoyed at being woken up so early after a late night party, I would get even more mad when I was asked to shell out some money  under the pretext that the sender of the telegram had short changed the Department!!!! This was a sure way of getting the sleep out of my eyes for not only was I paying for something I didn’t ask for but I was paying for a greeting for a man who wasn’t even there!!!!

    Thus began my dislike for the telegraph department which would unfailingly show up for a tip for a service they no longer provided. So while the rest of the world may mourn the demise of telegram, I for one couldn’t be happier! This year I will have one less group of people at my door on Diwali demanding a tip .

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  • Mobile woes

    Buy Samsung Galaxy Young S6312: MobileI was the last person in my house to get a mobile phone simply because Ivalue my space and love being incommunicado. It suited me just fine that I couldn’t be contacted all the time.  However, it wasn’t long before I had to succumb to the pressure of being available  at the other end of the line especially when everyone was using travel time to catch up on gossip, news and information via the cordless, wireless and completely mobile phone. So I chose the cheapest model my argument being that completely lacking the envy factor it would never be stolen. Within days, the evil eye cast its gaze on it and the screen developed a crack making the phone even less desirable. I was happy with this phone for several years till finally I found that the replacement battery was not made any more since the model was long since phased out…. This time round there were several cast off models lying at home so I picked one of them up and used it till it died a natural death. Thus for the past several years, I have been connected albeit with a basic phone. This suited me fine as I had absolutely no use for any of the fancy features: the ear phones didn’t stick in my ears so I couldn’t  listen to the radio; the screen was so small that taking photos was pointless; I had no business to conduct so I didn’t need to email anyone or calculate numbers or maintain a schedule of “things to do”. Thus I was one of the few people who used a mobile phone purely for what it was meant to be used for primarily – call someone in an emergency.

    But all that changed when Wow Dinga came into my life. Suddenly I realised that I should be one of those hip grannies who whipped out a smart phone and proudly showed off pictures of their grandchildren. I actually took a photo of  ” the new man in my life” and proudly showed him off to my friends only to meet with their incredulous cries of ” Oh My God! Just look at that!” If you thought they were referring to Wow Dinga, you’ve got that wrong. They were referring to my mobile phone which was all of two years old ( at least in my possession). While it didn’t bother me too much, it completely offended Hubby Dear who was personally affronted by this reaction to my phone. So he took it upon himself to personally get me a suitable phone.

    Last Saturday he and Anna Shetty went out in the rain and came back with a Samsung Galaxy Young a sleek, smart phone that did it all without being so large that it covered my face. Since then I’ve been trying to figure out how it works. I realised that apart from getting slimmer and slicker, the phones also come without old fashioned manuals. I had no option but to let Anna Shetty take the lead in deciphering how to get my phone working. In between feeds she transferred some numbers from my old phone onto the new and then left me to my own devices to decipher the various icons, functions and movements.

    The first time I got an incoming call I didn’t know how to answer it so I preferred to disconnect and call back.That was after I figured out that the strange ring tone was coming from my phone! But what I really find hard to come to terms with is the size of the keys on the touch screen. They are so tiny and close together that I often have to press several times before I get the right letter. Perhaps I will have to lose weight so that my fingers are slim enough to hit the right key or then file a nail to a point so that I make no mistake!

    p.s. I was so disheartened with my “progress”  or rather lack of it that I indulged in my next favourite activity net surfing and came upon this blog……….

    .http://babafoodananda.blogspot.in/2013/07/embarrassingly-easy-nutella-coffee.html

    This is one dessert I’m definitely going to try.

  • ‘When you say nothing at all…’ 


    I’ll be back soon, I promise, I tell you while leaving. 
    We’ll go for a walk.
    And you wait all the day
    But I come home :
    You bound up with a warm licky welcome 
    And bring me your leash
    As I flop in the chair and say
    Not now sweetie, I’m tired.
    You put your head in my lap and say nothing at all. 

    Let’s go for a movie, I tell you one morning
    The Return of the Dragon
    You wanted to see it. Remember?
    Its playing at the Inox and PVR too
    The 6.30 show .
    And if you like later, we can pick up a bite
    At the Chinese next door.
    You nod absent mindedly your head in the paper
    And say nothing at all.

    You wake up each morning
    And wriggle and wiggle
    Stretching up and squirming
    With warm wake up sounds
    Your arms outstretched upwards
    Yours toes gently curling 
    Your whole body smiles as
    You say nothing at all

    You come up behind me
    So stealthily, quietly
    In the middle of the day.
    And give me a hug
    A squeeze and a cuddle

    I feel your love deeply
    Though you say nothing at all.

    That vase on the side board
    The old one from China
    Which has been in your family for hundreds of years
    I’m sorry it’s crashed into millions of pieces
    While dusting the house this morning I fear.
    Though you look heartbroken and possibly shattered
    You  turn away slowly, shrugging your shoulders 
    Saying nothing at all.

    There are times when you’re happy
    Excited or frightened
    Anxious and sad
    Or just plain depressed.
    Moments of anger, 
    Delirious with joy
    You share with me
    Silently, soundlessly, quietly
    Your eyes locked with mine
    Saying nothing at all.

    This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

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