Those were the days my friend… ‘The Telephone’
It was one of our chatting sessions that we
landed into discussion on how depended we have become on the mobile & the
transformation that has happened over the years on the once existing simple
telephone!
Today one gets to hear about so many forms & the youngsters are in competition to
own the latest gadgette.
I recollect, when we were children, if one
had a phone at home, it was a matter of pride! The heavy, black, frog like
instrument – the P&T phone!
Like all other ‘precious things at home – the
radio from Murphy, the Gramophone from HMV; this too found itself decorated by a
carefully woven ‘crochet’ cover. Usually of the white thread, although some
homes had fancy designs on it.
The features- the look of the phone –
Black, heavy, huge for our small hands those days, small circles cut out which
displayed the numbers. Not to forget
that one could also lock the dial! My
uncle, a doctor, would lock his phone to stop us playing pranks! It would
require a lot of strength in our little fingers to turn the dial & get it
to swing back in its place… It sure was fun!
The cords too were different, they were
made from a cloth like material wrapped around the wire. In some, due to high
wear & tear, one could see the cord with a crumple cover waiting to break
free!
The telephone generated avenues for income
too. Apart from the so obvious revenue
earned by the P&T, cleaning the
instrument to keep it black & shinny; a young lady would visit us once in
15 days… or was it once a month, I quite don’t recollect. She would clean &
stuff a small piece of cotton with a nice smelling liquid into the receiver!
What an experience it used to be, to use a freshly cleaned, aromatic telephone!
We also recollected the occasions of
making a ‘trunk call’. One had to book a call through an operator if you wished
to speak to folks in other cities! The operator with an emotionless voice would
tell you that it was 2 to 3 minutes and would connect you through. I would
always wonder that she has heard the entire conversation – oh no! and she would
keep butting in stating ‘your time booked for the call is getting over. Do you wish to extend?’ What a hurry it used to be for the series of speakers
who wished to connect. Am sure it used to be the same on the other end too! The
loud ‘Hello’ could be heard almost down the lane – I used to wonder why we
speak so loud, almost scream I should say! High pitch, hurried movement were
symptoms of trunk calls! And all the calls were book after 10 pm. Lower rates –
the benefit of speaking to all the members for a few minutes more! In some
families the order of the speakers would be formed – 1st the eldest,
then the next and then the next and so on so forth. So by the time the young
ones got to speak to their favourite aunt or uncle – the time was up! Crying at
this unfair deal, the child would sob to sleep.
Ah! not to forget the ‘PP’ concept which
came in a few years later. You were one of the fortunate to have a phone at
home & one could connect directly from home. Then came the progressive
times when the operator was done away with & one could dial the number
directly! Here the neighbour – the less fortunate ones; gave your number to their relatives to connect
when required. You had the responsibility to call them when a call came for
them. The calls would come while the family was on the dinner table and lo
behold the whole neighbours family were in your sitting room answering the call
! You would sit & wonder how long would these conversations last! For the
neighbour, I always got a feeling that it was more like an outing – pre or post
dinner, depending on what was their dinner time.
Almost at the same time was the mushrooming
of the STD booth at every nook & corner of streets. These were also another opportunity to earn. I recollect in Kolkata, many young boys and old
‘dadus’ ( Grandpa’s) sat at the STD booths.
What I also recollect were the long winding lines outside the booths.
One would need a lot of patience to keep standing, waiting for your turn. And
just in case the person inside took a long time, laughed & joked to the
other side, the climatic conditions outside would see the movement from an
amber to a red! The rumbling, mumbling would slowly start – “How long will he
talk? , We are also waiting?’ etc. In Kolkata the lines would be in Bengali of
course!
The progress in connectivity was so fast in the last decade, the advent of the Mobile phone completely changed the country! To add to this difference, we saw the same service providers bring
in broadbands which also brought in the change in the landlines. Telephone
installed in 24hrs ! This was an unbelievable in the past! Not to forget
the cosmetics of the phone, Sleek, colourful, with CI flashing and so many
other features getting plugged in!
Every individual, is connected!
This is only one aspect of change that has swept the life of an average Indian.
A mobile is no more a matter of luxury! This generation is born with an iPhone and
the dexterity to use any gadget at their disposal! I learn from these kids the
functioning of these devices – Would love to call it reverse coaching!