“It is such a waste son! I don't get this attitude of your generation. You can't spend such a huge amount of money on a phone! It’s just a phone afterall! This is almost my one month’s pension!” My father was clearly not too happy. Mother, on the other hand was beaming, and took a short sarcastic snap at poor daddy, “People do like to pamper themselves once in a while Mr. Jasuja, unlike you, with your pre-historic phone”, ofcourse Mom was just happy because Dad didn’t approve of the 2 day long shopping spree she went on when….uhhh..long story.
“I agree it’s pre-historic, but it delivers value. It is meant to be a communication device. Infact, I don’t even like the concept of SMS. It’s a waste of time. In these times, when calls are so cheap, why do people want to SMS each other, causing more wear and tear to the buttons on the phone?”, 1970’s B-Schooler, can’t argue with him now can I?
“But Papa, the way we communicate has changed. It’s not just emails and phone calls but also V-Confs and the likes. We work in diverse environments and large teams with people scattered all across the globe. We have to connect while we’re on the move.”
“Doesn’t you laptop and that Neutron, Bluetron…whatever that thing is called, do the same thing? Mobile connectivity? Forever and Ever? Then why do you need this phone?”
“It’s a smartphone”, I murmured.
“That’s because only the name can convince users that they are being smart”, Dad was in full mood today to rip me and my lovely phone apart!
“Dad, can I ask you a question?”
“Don’t expect an honest answer!”, I so knew that smile!!
“Why don’t you sell off the Activa, we have the car right”, Mum had been asking Papa to sell off the Activa because she thought it was not too safe for him to be riding around at this age!
“I can’t take the car everywhere son. Besides it is more expensive to maintain and guzzles more fuel. The Activa is quick and convenient.”
“The Laptop and the Smartphone story Papa, I rest my case”.
Dad smiled and got up to pour another cup of tea for himself, “It still is one month pension”
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Perfection
A tourist once visited a temple under construction where he saw a sculptor making an idol of God. Suddenly he noticed a similar idol lying nearby.
Surprised, he asked the sculptor, "Do you need two statues of the same idol?"
"No," said the sculptor without looking up,
"We need only one, but the first one got damaged at the last stage."
The gentleman examined the idol and found no apparent damage. "Where is the damage?" he asked.
"There is a scratch on the nose of the idol." said the sculptor, still busy with his work.
"Where are you going to install the idol?", asked the tourist.
The sculptor replied that it would be installed on a pillar thirty feet high.
"If the idol is that far, who is going to know that there is a scratch on the nose?" the gentleman asked.
The sculptor stopped his work, looked up at the gentleman, smiled and said, "I will know it."
Surprised, he asked the sculptor, "Do you need two statues of the same idol?"
"No," said the sculptor without looking up,
"We need only one, but the first one got damaged at the last stage."
The gentleman examined the idol and found no apparent damage. "Where is the damage?" he asked.
"There is a scratch on the nose of the idol." said the sculptor, still busy with his work.
"Where are you going to install the idol?", asked the tourist.
The sculptor replied that it would be installed on a pillar thirty feet high.
"If the idol is that far, who is going to know that there is a scratch on the nose?" the gentleman asked.
The sculptor stopped his work, looked up at the gentleman, smiled and said, "I will know it."
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