A few years ago the sight of the postman at our doorstep with a telegram was enough to skip a beat or the tightening of the stomach. It was the bearer of both good and bad news. It could bring sorrow with the shattering news of a son/husband/father death or missing in action at war on the frontiers. Or it could be a beacon of hope with the good news of well being or the declaration of love from a suitor.
The telegram played a significant role during British Raj. It was used to suppress the uprising of 1857 and at the same time news was delivered to the Queen in the Empire and to the newspapers.
In today’s era of information explosion people are more attuned to send emails and sms than the telegram. It lost its glory with the onset of computers, internet, mobile services and sms. News both good or bad can now easily be exchanged within seconds and economically.
BSNL the government owned telecom which sends the iconic means of communication is on its last legs due to losses which it is unable to bear.
This generation will nonetheless miss out on the jumpy feeling one felt when a telegram was opened. But then his generation is also alien to the postman and the letters.When was the last time you sent a letter written in your own handwriting to a loved one. I surely miss the feeling.
Indian telegram. Stop. Nostalgia. Stop. Will miss you. Stop.