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Mobile Mania

Going back home to Manipal is always fun. To add to it, the luxury of "mummy ke haath ka khaana"[ hindi term to mean- food made by mom]. And the day we are to arrive all my mom  has to do is to make a call to the local fisherwoman for supply of fish! Jai Tata Indicom offers.  She will quote to you over her mobile need to strike the deal for the supply and pay thats it. Makes life easy. Ain't it. More for my mom, yes, in her early 60's this revolution is a big boon. 
Dirt cladded wet saree , sweating  and smelling of the sea, as these fisher women sit in the market howling prices, indistinctingly calling "sisters and brothers"....
This was a scene an era ago. Now the whole scene is revolutionized. Thers not much of sound, but for the vague mobile ringtones.  Social etiquette, Sigh. .....are Ill mannered
Alright, apart from fisher women, there is a gang od Auto rickshaw walla's with mobile phones with them.  I had once spotted one auto rickshaw walla laughing and talking to himself on the road. This left me with confused thoughts, if he had hands free too or was he really out of his senses? Hump.
I recall an humorous incident that I came across 3 years ago. As I traveled by a Taxi from Mangalore to Manipal, the Taxi broke down in middle of highway from where I could only desperately stop a bus. Drat. I got into a bus  with my daughter in my arms.  In next stop as bus haulted to board more passengers, there was a huge roar of laughter inside when a 50 something "Colourful lungi clad' man got into the bus. He concentrated in his call yelling in loud voice.  To his dismay his lungi came off, and the conductor made a hilarious comment " annaere lungi patthele, mobile budle" [In  Tulu language it means- bhaiyye mobile go chodo, apnee lungi sambhalo].
Some humour to pep up my inconvenient journey.

But, excuse me, has anybody seen a beggar also with a mobile phone? I did.  Right outside Udupi Sri Krishna Temple. A twenty something man indistinctly talking into his handset. Hearing shrill and disturbing  ring tone from a Kannada Movie, I had turned to see. Bearly dressed.  Skinny enough to reveal he was not fell fed.  In spite of the "roti kapda makaan" remaining a question mark for him, he manages to carry his mobile phone.  Hail telecom revolution. 
Apparently the telecom revolution has turned mobile  phone a priority necessity.
It has touched the bottom most layer too despite other/basic necessities.
Wonder when will there be such a revolution stressing on the basic needs of life for any man. 


  1. well said...i also wonder when the basic necessities will be stressed on...and yes, even i have seen beggars with telephones in Delhi :)

  2. u are absolutely right. From our Dhobi's to our rickshaw wallas everybody has a mobile and they r using it quite constructively too.!
    well written post :)


  3. Rightly said, the mobile revolution has been wonderful. I wonder if something like that happens with the basic necessities in out country.

    Good post :)

    ....Here I Am!

  4. well written Sush...the lungi incident is too funny.

  5. These days people give more importance to their mobiles than their attire. They need fame in spite of shame. Lungi incident signifies that!

  6. I remember in 1997, a vegetable vendor uttered only 15 k it costs, i will get it tomorrow in Mumbai, such is the power of cellphone.

  7. Mobile phones have become a necessity more than a luxury... Nicely written.

  8. Mobile phones have become a necessity more than a luxury... Nicely written.

  9. Great stuff from you, man. Ive read your stuff before and you're just too awesome. I love what you've got here, love what you're saying and the way you say it.

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