Thursday, May 17, 2012

World in Palm

This article won a award at "Internet is Fun" blogging contest conducted by Indiblogger and Vodafone. Vodafone IndiBlogger Contest Runner-up!



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This is no commercial for Apple I Phone or for Vodafone.  This is neither a story of mine nor of my phone. These are highlights of how Internet has transformed all parts of society, our lives(example mine). It is not just fun but also an essential entity. This post erupted out of me as a senior relative called it "supersonic" when I accepted his friend request instantly on Face Book. My reply to him was "World /Internet in our Palm"What it is to have the entire world in your palm? 

One pretty little telephone book, one big telephone bill and a time after 9pm to make STD[standard trunk dialing] calls was all that I had in my school to college days. Telephone was then proper necessity for quick talks. Long chats over phone was unimaginable. The transition from land/cable phones to mobiles was what I saw in my life when I married. My better half and his better half. Let me explain that for you. Mobile=moga-bail=moga means love in Konkani language and bail= wife. My hubby’s favorite joke then about owning a mobile and a moga-bail at once [the terms interchanged meanings apparently is the irony].  The joke is still valid and can tickle anyone for a laugh. So the transition of having the mobile phone soon got me hooked on to it for the free sms that Vodafone [previously Hutch] offered to its Vodafone- to Vodafone customers. Entire family hooked on to hutch for better savings! It was a easy tease “you too Hutch?”.  If any kannada [regional Indian Language] speaker reads Hutch pronouncing u as oo- then the meaning turns out to be "crazy". So it stated we were crazy for Hutch. Huh. Could call mom from vegetable market to check out for fresh purchase or my sis who was in hostel for anything she needed.

The transition for me into using Internet on mobile happened very late. Very very late. Only last year I was teased into this new phase. The irony is after having I-phone for 3 years and without using Internet all time, was “so dumb”.  What’s the fun I had decided, it was not going to be any fun. But the past year bloomed into fantastic phase of Time Management. All thanks to my I-Phone.[Vodafone again the exclusive dealer for apple products in Doha].

Am one "witch" who hates chopping, mixing, but a chef who still loves to feed my family with delicacies cooked by me yet not a cook! The little time I spend in my kitchen is when I enjoy the updates on some social websites. The phone hangs around with me and  vice-verse. NO- not yet  like the Japanese women it hasn’t gone to the extent of reaching the washroom.  I do render my every evening prayers to god, but could never ask for more than 24 hours in a day. So I could spend some time for myself . Thanks to the Internet. I flip on the social websites in jiffy of few seconds just before I go to bed, as I cook, or in some traffic signal. Luckily traffic police cannot fine me for confiding this on my site, and if they do it will not be for using mobile phone but for brushing hair while driving or applying lipstick or biting a burger.
The biggest boon is when I really have important emails from my University about ongoing discussions, or when I want to see quick news headlines, or even news on my little one's school web portal. I narrate her this comparison.She loves the tales of Lord Krishna specially when he eats mud and mother Yashodha sees the entire world in his mouth. I have the entire world in my palms. The Internet has landed onto my palms . My Phone. This is to my relief I share my saga with the Internet. Recently I had to remind my friend of this, who ridiculed me that I did not miss any social update.  And, when it comes to music I have always been deaf, I hear it only loud!  Lesser volume turns me off! So a closer proximity is now an added advantage.
The strategy of Internet is a pretty debating stuff. Due to some dodgy stuff that runs over the net like cure-less virus the Internet turns out to be a monstrous bane. And you could hear about parents disapproving the act of children using Internet-" dare you sit  on the Internet all the time". At the same time the other side of the coin is of those who really want to educate the progeny with the best part of the Internet making use of educational web sites for projects and etc after knowing the cons of it. Leaving the wrongs and rights away, I have experienced the do's and dont's that I set for my daughter on how well she could use the Internet; and why and what not when she does it over my phone too! This is their era. We are only upgrading and updating ourselves while they are growing with it. And Internet sure has its hands in the scene. Throwing away the risk of negative impact of Internet stuff on mobile for kids has to be vide ethical computer education and not by banning use of Internet pally phones.

Started with pretty little handbook containing telephone number, today it is a pretty little phone in my palms. Wonder if it will be a chip tomorrow that I could use as ear rings or a neck-lace or a wrist band may be? Monster called Internet in the hands of the witch! The strategy of Internet was fun, so was penning this down and  now let me run to my undone unending chores.

Friday, May 4, 2012

The Departure That Was Not

It was never going to be an ordinary day .....................she stood still watching with her wet eyes as  she departed from her lover...........

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She watched him walk off into his luxury bus to his far off destiny, after waving the sad good bye to her. It was a rainy afternoon. Poured cats and dogs. She almost drenched fully in spite of the umbrella which  trembled in her hands. Afternoon sky seemed like one after dusk. The tears that were supposed to roll on the cheeks mixed with rain water. Thoughts in the mind were clear but the mind ached with it, and she trembled thinking of her next move. She wanted to faint, wanted to scream at top of her voice for the ill fate that was facing her.

She continued to stand there. Eyes winked, hurt by rainy wind and tears. She dint bother about what the people around her thought. Her feelings were not felt by them. He peeped from the window catching glimpses of her. They dint feel like waving again anymore. They did not even feel like looking at each others face for the fear they will fall weak for the decision they had taken to separate for the sake of their family interests. There was no anguish, only the love for themselves that was ready to be buried in the interest of love for family.

It was decided to be a departure of the love for ever. A new promise to be kept. A new world to be faced. Both were reluctant yet confidant about the rational decision they had made. Those wonderful times of courtship were seeming to end. They had met often. Not in theaters or bars but in libraries. They had gone outings together not in parks but to temples. A very beautiful friendship was blooming over the long period of courtship and the educated couple wanted to tie a knot which was not acceptable to their families. Why? Or may be why not? The social system that they were brought up in taught them to love religion but at same time no to develop relations or embrace other religion or community. So they were broken. So was their relation going to be in the name of anti inter-community wedding.

She still stood drenched in the rains as her heart wailed and drenched too. The bus had to finally pull off and so did she from the public stand. That cursed day was over. She drove her bike home with heavy heart as her world had changed. So she thought.

And as they made up their minds, they still wrote letters to each other and still remained friends. Hard  to be separated. Time fled and they got busy in their new world.

BUT the best surprise came in to them when it was the family's turn to value their feelings, decisions,, give up being adamant on false cultural views. They admired the relation of the couple and one day the couple tied the knot.
It was never going to be the same rainy day again.....It was a union after a departure. A departure that was not......and a beautiful journey of life called married life. A mark of family.

P.S.: It is not rare to see inter-caste, inter cultural-religion weddings these days yet there are still communities where it is looked down upon sometimes forcing young adults to take irrational decision of ending lives or fleeing from their familiar world.  Is it necessary after all?
Is it not enough today that being good humans beings we are ready to embrace another from any culture or religion as better half?

Related news:
http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/life-style/relationships/man-woman/Inter-caste-marriage-an-awkward-proposal/articleshow/12980001.cms