The gadget that connected the world but……

It was a monotonous wait from the moment the first ray had striked the earth. My anxious eyes were looking forward for the arrival of the postman who would bring along with him the letters written by my son. Something unexpected, either the good or the bad seemed to happen that day for there was no clue of the postman even after the clock struck six.

It was getting darker and there were indications of a heavy rainfall. In a few more minutes, rain drops landed one by one on me that later turned into a heavy downpour. I was drenching in the rain but I was reluctant to go into my little house. I could not see the day pass away without a letter from my son.

Memories of those beautiful days when my son was a small child were re cherished by me, unbothered of the rain. Those were the days of happiness. With the passage of time, my son had to leave for the city in order to lead a life without problems. I had to accept it with reluctance. We were still connected by letters and that I what I was waiting for.

After an hour or two, the downpour stopped and I could see the postman coming towards my house. I was surprised to see that the usual letter that he hands over to me has taken the form of a gift wrapped parcel.

It was something sent by my son for me. I quickly opened it and found a rectangle shaped object inside it along with a letter from my son. I had the least idea of what it was. On reading the letter, I figured out that it was a gadget that served the purpose of wireless communication.

Even today, I wonder how the letters have paved way to a mobile phone without the telephone invented by Graham Bell involved in the transition.

My son said that the gadget would help us to get closer to each other and we need not eagerly wait for the postman. It was intended to share our feelings at any time of the day, be it six in the early morning or twelve in the midnight when everyone put their mind and body to rest.

Added to the joy of connectivity was the excitement of being different from the crowd and the curiosity to explore the many aspects of that little gadget. I turned over the pages of the manual to explore the world of that gadget.

I was excited to know that the mobile phone ahs the ability to display the date and time which would mean that I need not wear a wristwatch all the time. It has an in built panchangam which might mean the loss of dakshina to the holy priest. It would help me when the power goes off with its wonderful torch, thereby reducing the use of matchsticks and candle.

I could assign a different ringtone to each of my acquaintances thereby making me the man who has the ability to know the one who is calling even without having a glance at the mobile and talking over it.

It would help me send letters in a digital format and would remind me of important occasions. It would entertain me with its wide range of games that were loaded in it.

In short, I would be distinguishable from others and would be the most respected person in my village. The phone would be a reflection of my attitude. People would treat me with due respect for I will be able to talk to any person in any corner of the world. I would be requested by other people to connect me with their beloved ones. I would become popular every day.

With thoughts like these, I went into a deep slumber. I woke up the next morning and realized that my dreams were shattered into pieces.

Even today, I wonder how to switch on that gadget. The manufacturer had not cared to mention it in the manual.

I still wait outside my house, drenching in the rain and baring the harsh sun, waiting for the letter from my son. I wonder if he still remembers me.

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