Sunday, September 20, 2009

And how I smile!! :) :) :) :)

There was a time when 11 a.m would bring with it a sense of anticipation. The sound of the 'plonk' on tin, was very soothing. It was I should know. Those were the days when all that you needed to convey to the person living across miles was 'the snail mail'. The lovely handwritten sheets, the blue 'inland letter', the dull yellow post card. They were all there to witness smiles, tears, screeches as news let itself out or just the shy acknowledgement of sweet whispers of love from a loved one.Oh yes!! those were the days!! *sigh*

There were times when an urgent ( remember urgent meant 'emergency' ) message had to be sent, we had to trudge along ,amidst the pressing responsibilties just to stand in the crowded, dingy, dark stained walled post offices, only to send the limited edition messages. " mother arriving, 8 pm train", grandmother serious, please come immediately" ...They had charges for each brevity meant saving those few coins ;) Telegrams were overshadowed by pagers and then the upmarket mobiles., but the fun was more calculations before trying out various ways to pen down your thoughts, into those miniscule spaces that the standard letters and postcards gave us.

It was fun though, when we would try to open the letter in a hurry and end up opening it at the wrong end, only to realise, that the letter was sliced into half it was a jigsaw puzzle after that.I used to write a lot of letters then, receive as many or many many more...I remember writing on trips to friends giving them a minute to minute updates, writing to my family when I would go away for weeks on NCC camps whining about the food, but raving about the time I was having. Though the fact that the letter would choose to finally reach its destination a week later was no setback, I would love to write. I guess that trait I imbibed frm my father who ,living in a different city because of work, would so lovingly write to each of us in our family a separate common letter for all of us to peep brother was very young a kindergarten kid, but he would get one too...which we sisters would read out to him.

Nowadays I still try my best ( very poorly though) to keep in touch with the pen, paper and stamp routine...some of the stamps I used to have as backup( would buy one whole lot of 1 re stamps to avoid the walk up to the post office to buy them), are ready for archiving, its been that long. I do write a few bits here and there to family, those cards posted for birthdays, or new years...but they have never seen the inside of that solid looking, red coloured tin box on the street side. It goes straight onto the desk of the courier chap, and of it goes in its swanky settings to the more peeling of stamps in a hurry, no more trying to figure out where the card came from.

Times have changed, but some things do remain ; the excitement of seeing a card or letter handwritten, postage stamp stuck in the corner and the black half legible stamped seal on the cover...

I was the lucky one today...and that smile has been pasted and refuses to dissolve..

She said in her latest post, that Friendship can be found in unusual places. It sure does..I met her while browsing gingerly through my new found interest, the 'blogworld'..many posts and a few calls in between we did manage to meet too...was so thrilled to be part of her book launch session...Reading her posts, i'm caught shaking my head constantly, 'cos we are so alike as moms...and when she wrote this post many posts ago, I won her handwritten card prize :D....yes I was grinning then and I am grinning now....I am in receipt of her beautifully handmade card. My sons were so amazed to know that people send cards in such ways too ( they need to be educated on surprises too... ) and they were going " so sweet no ma!!, "awesome" "she made it herself", " why did she post it" " the little one had this to say " how did she send it from there???" and then I knew, I had made my own day...

Thanks Preethi, for the card, for the memories attached to it, for the sentiment that goes with it, and most importantly the friendship that tags along slowly behind it....


Preeti Shenoy said...

I am sooooo happy it reached!(There is some kind of postal strike going on with Royal Mail here)

More than that I am thrilled and delighted that our children disocver the joys of a hand written card--something that was so valued when were younger.(The added apprciation from your sons of course has me floating I need to come down to Earth!)

When I come to Bangalore (I am coming in December) tell them I'd love to teach them to make that card. It is not difficult at all.

The best part of sending letters--you experience joy twice over. Once when you post it--you feel so good in anticipation that that the other person will get it and you imagine their reaction.

Second when the person actually receives it and conveys their joy to you :)

Thank you for letting my know so beautifully!

Take care
See you in December.


Kavi said...

Coming close on the heels of a bloggers meet that we attended sometime back, this post gives a specific perspective.

Friendship of course, exists in unusual places ! And in unusual people.

If only the eyes and the spirit is open. The days of the inland letters may be over. But the spirit of that time..lives on.

Shruti said...

:) I can actually see u smile wide :)

Pavi!!!! said...

Awww:) I can imagine how “made” your day must have been on receiving the card! Surprises are the best thing in the world:)

N Geee..prats..the memories you evoke.. with the pictures of the inland letter, red post box and mention of 11 am! Me wants to go back in time to relive that experience. It used to be good times!

ceedy said...

Opposite of my reaction today morn on FB :
:) :D ;) :-) \m/ :}

In few years time getting and giving money and making the trip to banks is also going to be a nostalgia.....

Preethi said...

lovely card!!! And yeah there is something about postal mail right? Now all I get are some magazines and loads of flyers! I dont even get bills by post.. I check my mail box once a week just so I can clear it for the mail man!!