Life reflections

#SoCS March 14/2020

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “wire.” Use “wire” as a noun or a verb or any way you’d like. Enjoy!

The word wire brought to mind telegraph wires. I remember those days when my parents became apprehensive if the postman said there was a telegram for them. In those days a telegram usually meant bad news. But people sent their good wishes through telegrams. I still have all those telegrams people sent for our wedding 😊 in 1982. There used to be a set of phrases that we could send. Unnecessary words meant waste of money.

The receiving of telegraph messages was a familiar sound in post offices. I remember that day when we were in the post office and the post master told us that telegrams were soon to become a part of history. Telephone wires were becoming more popular and more convenient than telegraph wires. People could talk to each other, but still they were expensive. I remember my father-in-law always telling that we should talk to the point over the phone 😊. But now we prefer talking to people because writing letters is a forgotten art. And somehow it seems more personal than WhatsApp messages.

Wireless technology made its appearance sometime in 2002 in our place. In the initial days we found it very funny listening to people talk to others on the roads or somewhere in the public. The different stages of mobile phones in our life will be an interesting study. Now they have become such an important part of our lives that we worry if we do not have it at all times. It is sad to see people in groups talking to someone far away and not with each other. We have so much at our fingertips. My father-in-law was filled with wonder about the changes that have happened in life. He will be 95 soon. He used to say that in the first fifty years of his life there were hardly any changes, life went on as it had for generations.

But in many ways I believe in the words of Alphonse Karr, ‘The more things change, the more they stay the same.’😊


( The words in ink were written by my father to identify who had sent the telegrams.)