Emails

Before I started reading blogs and owning one, most of my time spent on the internet would be doing one and only one thing – writing and reading emails. I did not own a Facebook account at that time, same case with Twitter. When people used to say you can update your status daily – I used to be like what to put up as status daily? Farmville was in great vogue and I saw my colleagues go crazy behind it. Wanting to remain sane, I refrained from all of the social networking sites, baring Orkut, which I logged in once in a blue moon.

Emails hold a very special place in my virtual life. I started communicating them long before SMSing became fashionable. The beauty of the emails of yore was the forwarded email chain, where in you would find hundreds and thousands of addresses and they would contain knowledge of immense value – Life lessons and scenic pictures mainly 😆 Even getting those repeated forwards used to give a high – knowing that you are in the lists of so many people 😀

I used to write emails often to folks from school and college, discussing so many regular and silly stuff, birthdays and new jobs, holidays and new beginnings. When I got an account for myself in Facebook, the regularity stopped and so did the frequency. It became easier to know about your friends updates, without communicating to them. And that kinda made me a bit sad. So the people with whom I communicated via emails became even shorter. Then last year I started using WhatsApp and even Facebook became cumbersome 😀 Why to login and visit a friends profile and post a message when you can easily ping them. All this quick and instant modes of communication have sounded a death knell for my love of writing emails 😦 I now have exactly two blessed souls who have yet not caved in to the mad mania of instant messaging and still resort to writing.

I wish to write and talk using emails. Anyone up for becoming my virtual pen-pal?

🙂 🙂

Some things are priceless

The very first email I had ever composed and sent to, was to my cousin living in US in 1998, using my father’s email ID, at his office. Thus started my first encounter with the Internet.

His being a government office, no one was willing to learn the ‘computer stuff’. He was buoyed by the idea though, and brought himself MS-Office guides and diligently learnt to use the tools all by himself. He had an innate sense of joy when he successfully sent across an email or typed a word document all by himself. ‘The computer’ would be my chorus when I was asked what would I like to do during weekends. Saturday was half day at school and I would impatiently wait for the bell to ring so that I rush home, have lunch and wait for him to pick me up. The lunch hour in offices would be an hour-long break and I would get 10 minutes to myself, of course with my father supervising his daughter using the department’s one and only computer. And I would open MS-Paint and draw a house, moon and mountains, fill them with colors and save it in my name.

Even to this day, his favorite task using the computer is to write and send emails. Money not credited to account? Email the bank manager. Electricity charges came unusually high this month? Email the zonal EB manager. Internet connection issues? Go to office and email the network people. Manufacturing defect of a newly purchased item?Email the head of the brand ( not joking). And the issues are always resolved, that is the beauty of it.

Even though communication has advanced by leaps and bounds in the last decade, he remains loyal to his first and foremost tryst with the internet. So when one fine day he could not login using his id and password, he panicked. He tried multiple times and unfortunately his account got locked. He made a call to his internet issues solver ( me! me!) and was boggled when I told his account might have got hacked. “Why would someone want to use my email ID”, he asked anxiously. “Don’t worry pa. We will solve it.” I wrote to the technical team stating that my father does not have any alternate account where they could send the recovery password or reset instructions. Within 2 days I got an email which had instructions to resolve the issue. He would proudly tell anyone who would listen( primary audience – mummy)  that his daughter solved such a complex matter all by herself.

I was genuinely bemused seeing his enthusiasm on getting his beloved email back. Elders are such kids I tell you 🙂 🙂

I then told him to change the password and make it one which is difficult to guess. “But what will I do if I forget it myself?”, he asked over phone. And then himself continued that he will access his personal email ID only at home and have the password written in a diary.

Out of curiosity, I asked him what his initial password had been.

“computer”

🙂 🙂 🙂

Silence speaketh

If there is one thing which we share much to the amusement of the family is the silence between us.


I could unabashedly term the family as boisterously loud. The sounds and voices can be heard 3 houses down the road. So it came as a surprise to the family that their new daughter-in-law chose to remain quiet most of the times, unless asked. Even after few months when I rarely joined their upbeat gossips of shopping or family functions, they got curious.  Why does she not join us at all, instead of being a smiling statue, would undoubtedly run in their minds

The funny part here is it’s not that I don’t join them out of any kind of aversion. Or tussles. Ok, I will be a bit frank. There is an inherent quality in the family where everyone has to know everything. Me – I usually mind by own business. Coming to the point – I am equally silent with Zack too. Before you think of me as a weirdo, it’s the same with him. Go ahead, you can call us the weird couple 😀

The family has already labelled us that.

Communication is the key to any kind of relationship. More so, for a marriage. Since we hardly spend 4 waking hours with each other, it gets all the more important to talk,share, discuss. Due to our erratic work schedules, the most we are connected to is via the email ecosystem. Most of the stuff which I want to let him know or vice versa, I jot them down and email him, its become a routine for both of us. From money transfer, ticket booking, bill payment to how new neighbour’s dog is making life difficult for me, how the groom seeking process for the third cousin has started – everything is conveyed using technological bytes and bits. So in the end we are in the know as to what is happening with whom in the family. Since he expresses well in writing rather than in words, there is nothing to complain :mrgreen:

But strangely, when we do get time with each other, it hardly consists of words. There is a comfortable silence in the air. More like the silence speaks for us. On a typical weekend afternoon, he will be browsing the internet or taking a nap. I maybe reading a book or watching the television. Or trying to save his hairs being plucked out violently by the niece. During the evening walks, 80% of the time spent in walking will be in silence.Both of us don’t know how we landed into such a cycle. But then I bet its the long hours we used to spend on phone before marriage that we are tired to speak now 😛

Now this peculiar nature has warranted enough insecurities in the family. They think we are not happy with each other. 🙄 When they see the other DILs of the house yapping with their partners the moment the latter step into the house, I stand out as an odd person who just raises her head a gives a big smile. With a twinkle in the eyes of course 😀 😀 😀