Love it or hate it – Demonetisation in all its glory has spoken . Along with this masterstroke, I wish though, that Mr Modi had created another one. The one of demobilisation. Now what on earth is meant by that big term… de..mobi.. lisation.
Putting it in very simple terms- all it means, dear reader- is that- the way Mr Modi, the Indian PM, has stopped people from using cash and pushed them online- I wish, somehow, that he would stop people from using mobiles too, and cajole them towards the written word. In a very non- destructive way that is. No need to burn piles of mobiles here, just ask people to send messages or mails explaining what they want, instead of calling up at all odd times, especially targeting the times that you are brushing your teeth, or having a bath, or having stuffed your mouth with a particularly crunchy piece of food …
And what are you supposed to do when that happens?
Pick it up and mumble your way through the conversation with lots of embarassing background noise…
Return the call immediately after, by which time the other fellow might have gone for a bath,or be brushing his teeth, or have his mouth full of a pizza slice.. I mean, how, are you supposed to know , apart from telepathy?
Send an sms stating- busy, please message me. To which there will invariably be no reply. Anyway, wasn’t that obvious- the fact that the phone didn’t get picked up meant that the person was busy , right ? But that wouldn’t deter the persistent soul at the other end of the line from trying again..Not send the sms, but keep calling… and then, three days later, come back and tell you—you didn’t get this piece of really important information such as ‘your neighbour veronica aunty passed away and yesterday was the funeral‘ simply bcoz you didn’t pick the call. What the….? What were sms and watsapp and good ol’ email made for ?
If it weren’t for the absolute disdain of the written word that the mobiles have brought in, perhaps I might have had a softer corner for them. Certainly, they deserve a lot of credit- for having made people mobile. The fact that you just have to stand in one place and catch the signal notwithstanding. Even though it requires you to assume a certain statuelike position to hear anything, and that turning your body means the call is dropped. It certainly defies the meaning of mobile, but anyway, one shall grant it the glory it deserves.
May the mobiles thrive, and be used for what they were meant to be used for – to have a good conversation when you feel like it- when lazing in the park, on a nice cool evening, chatting to a good ol’ friend and such .. Not for boring stuff like
a.the courier has arrived , or
b. the gas bill is due, or
c. would you like to take another personal loan/credit card/ debit card/ car loan/life insurance plan/ etc.. etc ..?( the list is rather long you see).
Well, if you see what I mean- lets at least now, demobilise as much as can be and get back to the written word… let’s give it up for demobilisation.
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The journey home today was a pleasant surprise, a shock almost. When another cabbie cancelled ( the usual excuse being that he was too far away, it would mean a u-turn etc.etc), Manjunath promptly took the booking, answered our calls, and explained that he was taking a long u-turn just to reach us- since we were finding it hard to locate him otherwise.
Since there is no drama of haggling or otherwise ( as with the autofellas), an uber journey is usually quite mundane. Boring even, but boring is good ! Who wants an exciting Uber journey where cows kick, people fall into trenches, and so on ( the imagination running wild)?
But this Uber journey, was really unusual. Unusually nice that is. Manjunath stopped, promptly opened the door for mum, waited until she was seated, then swiftly loaded the luggage in the boot, adjusted the passenger seat, strapped on his seatbelt, and got the AC and the music going. And the car glided off, almost like magic. All this, in a fraction of a second- what sleight of hand and mind!
And some more interesting snippets. He was in fact a civil engineer, just like me and mum, but had moved into Uber, as the pay and the work were much better here. No complaints, he was very happy about it too,which was a joy to know…
What a rarity! A civil engineer, a cab owner, a businessman and a gentleman to boot… For all this and more, he gets a 6 Star rating and a nomination for Uber driver of the year from the ambingindian! ( for whatever it is worth).
The amblingindian is an aam aadmi, aam aurat, common man, or common woman of India. As she ambles along the lanes, bylanes, gallis and mohallas that make up much of India, there is so much that puzzles, amuses, irritates and even frustrates. Is there anything to be done about all this? Absolutely not !
She revels in the confusion, enjoys the chaos that is India. Nonetheless, a germ of an idea starts to grow from somewhere, and there is a rush to put it down on paper. Maybe she will just add a small tweak here , a little quirk there, all practical ideas for India… and this blog is born… Enjoy!
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The amblingindianTM blog is created along four key themes about India. Innovation- for she believes that Innovation is the future of India; Life- which is the essence of India; Humour- for the joy it brings; and everything else- which forms the very foundation of Indian thought.
Reading this blog may make you cry or laugh! All views are purely personal, bearing no affiliation to any public body or private organisation other than Aina ! All names of people, products or otherwise are fictitious, concocted from thin air, and any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental…