Few years back, when I got my mobile they said every day 100msgs free and I was so happy and wondered what I would do with 100msgs and what is there to discuss for HUNDRED messages and whom do I know first of all.It would be difficult to even touch 2 digit number of messages, days passed by found new friends and started messaging them, even then reaching 100 would be difficult.Few more days passed found a friend,and started messaging,it became 60 per person from 60 per day to a lot of people. Few more days 100 not enough, for every message after 100 my mobile used to beep "Last Call charge 50p" , damn!!Chuck it, can top up tomorrow or wait anxiously till 12 to get the 100 msgs recharged and use it all up by 2 in the night.
Then years passed by with every provider catering our needs by increasing the limit at cheap rates.Now again after so many years the govt has passed this rule back "Only 100 per day", god knows wat they gain cos of this but I'm sure many people atleast think they are losing a lot.
But personally I feel, there is nothing like 100 msgs per day, you have to convey all that you can in those 100 small msgs to the other person to whom you are hesitant to call, and the days you can't afford to lose even 50p you wait anxiously and patiently till 12 to send that one good night.
If we crib about 100 free msgs, think about the days when there was no msgs but only phone calls,when only hi-fi ppl could afford landlines and the wives of men working abroad or the mothers of children who study elsewhere need to have to go to a STD/ISD phone booth to call and on the other end the person would eagerly keep looking at the phone for the call at a particular time of the day and would look at the shopkeeper's face anxiously and would feel excited when tells that the call is only for him.
Even before this, during the age of letters,postcards, how important the person who receives the letter would have felt.The eagerness when the postman brings the letter to know from who the letter is,if its good or bad,what is it about, cannot be matched with any new technology.The smell of the blue color inland letter,the care put in to open the letter carefully so that we don't tear it in the wrong place, reading the letter all over again a million times and get the eyes welled up, and the butterflies in the stomach while you find the letter after few days while cleaning can not be matched at all.I have seen people and sometimes even me complain about not getting a return call or a msg, but can this wait be matched with the wait that a person would do when he posts a letter in the postbox.How wonderful are these feelings, longer the distance,longer the wait,more is the affection and love.I still remember when I was young when I used to spend my summer vacation in bangalore at my grandmom's place and when there was no facility to make regular phone calls, my mom used to write to me,I was 6 years old then, so obviously I didnt know how to read, my paati used to bring the letter to the balcony in the afternoon telling "yaaru kitta irundhu letter paaru, amma has sent a letter for sudha", and she used to open it and read it for me, and I used to send back those drawings of mountain sun house and all back to her.These phone calls every day and these different kinds of messages will just not match those feelings.
Then years passed by with every provider catering our needs by increasing the limit at cheap rates.Now again after so many years the govt has passed this rule back "Only 100 per day", god knows wat they gain cos of this but I'm sure many people atleast think they are losing a lot.
But personally I feel, there is nothing like 100 msgs per day, you have to convey all that you can in those 100 small msgs to the other person to whom you are hesitant to call, and the days you can't afford to lose even 50p you wait anxiously and patiently till 12 to send that one good night.
If we crib about 100 free msgs, think about the days when there was no msgs but only phone calls,when only hi-fi ppl could afford landlines and the wives of men working abroad or the mothers of children who study elsewhere need to have to go to a STD/ISD phone booth to call and on the other end the person would eagerly keep looking at the phone for the call at a particular time of the day and would look at the shopkeeper's face anxiously and would feel excited when tells that the call is only for him.
Even before this, during the age of letters,postcards, how important the person who receives the letter would have felt.The eagerness when the postman brings the letter to know from who the letter is,if its good or bad,what is it about, cannot be matched with any new technology.The smell of the blue color inland letter,the care put in to open the letter carefully so that we don't tear it in the wrong place, reading the letter all over again a million times and get the eyes welled up, and the butterflies in the stomach while you find the letter after few days while cleaning can not be matched at all.I have seen people and sometimes even me complain about not getting a return call or a msg, but can this wait be matched with the wait that a person would do when he posts a letter in the postbox.How wonderful are these feelings, longer the distance,longer the wait,more is the affection and love.I still remember when I was young when I used to spend my summer vacation in bangalore at my grandmom's place and when there was no facility to make regular phone calls, my mom used to write to me,I was 6 years old then, so obviously I didnt know how to read, my paati used to bring the letter to the balcony in the afternoon telling "yaaru kitta irundhu letter paaru, amma has sent a letter for sudha", and she used to open it and read it for me, and I used to send back those drawings of mountain sun house and all back to her.These phone calls every day and these different kinds of messages will just not match those feelings.
