Lately, when I go out, I see people riding motorcycles while talking on their cell phones while balancing themselves on their faces and shoulders. What kind of communication can’t wait even a few minutes?
I have great respect for all the engineers in this world, including our dear Alexander Graham Bell, who invented the telephone. Today, we are connected in every sense of the word. The distance has shortened. My children, who live in European lands, seem almost distant from me. Rain in London and snow in Sweden are commonplace these days. I am sitting in my cozy house in Coimbatore experiencing their weather as the sun’s rays shine on me. For a woman in her 60s who grew up without television or computers, these technological developments are nothing short of magical. At that time, the telegraph was the fastest means of communication. My father, a businessman, received an average of 15 telegrams a day.
There was always a phone at home. But making long-distance calls wasn’t easy. I had to reserve a phone call and wait in line for a representative at the telephone exchange to connect me. My father, a businessman with employees in African countries, would receive calls from African countries after 2 a.m. until the wee hours of the morning. My mother used to name our phone a black villain who regularly disrupted her sleep. Then came the era of STDs, where you could call anywhere by dialing that code and then dialing a phone number. Yes, we have come a long way. But this doesn’t mean you should try these juggling tricks using your phone while driving. Improved public awareness will make roads safer.