
Okay, for the New Year here8217;s some good news and some bad news. The good news is that by the end of the year, we will be the most vocally mobile race under the sun. Sure, the Americans may have more cell phones in per capita terms than we do, but then there are so many more of us.
Sure, the Chinese may have more cell phones in absolute numbers than we have but, when it comes to lung power, they don8217;t stand a chance. Therefore it8217;s my hunch that we will pip the world to the listening post pretty soon.
Now, don8217;t get me wrong. I am no Luddite, anti-modernist, one of those perpetual grousers resisting change that cling like dandruff to humanity8217;s scalp. I firmly believe in the principle of free speech and the right of every Indian to freedom of expression. It would be churlish on my part not to applaud Reliance8217;s WiLLpower, not to speak of the Billpower of the cell operators.
But, seriously, isn8217;t this taking things a bit too far 8212; creating conditions for a billion tongues to be set in perpetual motion okay, at least 200 million by making it all seem so cheap? Has any minister, leader of the Opposition, Member of Parliament, systematically thought this potential disaster through? Do they have backup measures 8212; regulatory legislation, for instance 8212; in case the nation ends up with a serious epidemic of Babelomania, hearing disorders and the like?
Even as things are, it8217;s pretty bad. Notice how everybody in a good-sized market is so busy talking to somebody else that they cannot hear you? Notice how shoppers, shop owners, vegetable vendors seem to be caught in the throes of cyborgian communication with grandmothers, unclejis, friends, girlfriends, boyfriends, neighbours, business partners, sleeping partners, eating partners, cats, dogs, pet parrots and the like that they are always colliding into all standing objects, including your spinal column?
I mean, a fairly common traffic stopper of a conversation in Delhi goes something like this8230;MOTORIST: 8216;Arrey, yaar, I8217;ve got to go, yaar. Just ran over a child, yaar. Silly thing could be dead, yaar. But, honestly, yaar, we need to meet up sometime and talk about cutting that char sau bees Anil8217;s throat, yaar.
Fellow thinks he can take us for a ride, yaar. Sorry, got to go, yaar, the police has come and wants my licence, yaar. But Anil8217;s partner is also a chaar sau bees, yaar, fellow kept lying through his teeth, yaar.
Sorry got to go, yaar, they want me to go to the police station, yaar, by the way, do you know what Manikchand is trading at these days, yaar? Sorry, yaar, really have to go, yaar, they are threatening to handcuff me, yaar. I will call you back in five minutes, okay?8217;
See what I mean? We all got a glimpse of the future last week, when every Delhiite hit about this stupendously unique idea of SMSing new year wishes to everyone they knew. That is 14 million multiplied by 25 messages. The system, not surprisingly, went into meltdown and chaos ruled the telecom waves. Now multiply that by 200 million and consider the consequences of conversation overload for India, for the world, for global warming?
Meanwhile, here8217;s wishing you a Very Happy New Year of Communicating to Dear Ones, Near Ones and Anyone Willing to Listen. Let8217;s hope you survive it. If you don8217;t, don8217;t tell me I didn8217;t warn you.
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