Oruvar manathai oruvar ariya uthavum palam ethu! Looks like a riddle? yes I just thought I will kindle a bit of your yesteryears communication means, the most reliable, media of those days letters. Is’nt it years that we received a nice informative and concerning handwriting letters from our near and dear ones . Its at least six years for me the last one being from my dad wishing me a wonderful year ahead during 2006.writing letters,was/is an art and receiving letters is a bliss.i was atleast one person who wanted to constantly keep in touch with my dear one,I was one of the official communicators from home to others who were displaced on varying reason and it was a pleasure writing letters. To each one of them with the enormous changes that technology has brought in today such as the phone ,mobile and skype which gives instantaneous communication. These devices may give us various advantages(for those who are bad writers),but it has erased the personal touch and the emotional quotient what a hand written letter carried.
Prime time begins only after 7pm,WHERE maximum TV channels are aired and maximum people watch. Our prime time those days were between 11 and 12.noon the slot during which the post man knocks, delivering letters.even if the man crossed your house we used to call him to confirm whether there were no letters .each house had a letter holder a poke stick to secure them, which in later years has been changed to letter pouches/wall hangers. the postal dept had a clear segmentation of the customer’s needs and pricing, a poor mans need met through a postcard, not for long messages and completely transparent, the inland letters with a reasonable space only problem being all important matters got squeezed in the folds as last minute additions, with limited confidentiality(you can read ¾ of the letter without opening)and the envelope for large scale users stationary was your choice, sometimes colourful letter pads were used to impress the receiver
Let us not deny the fact that reading a old letter is one of the few things which doesn’t give you boredom even if repeated again and again. Letters really bridged the distances, the hand writing on the address block gave you a warm embrace Bridging half the distance ,the way you are(were) addressed with love and care would wipe out yet another 25%of your loneliness and the way your letter is concluded would, give you the morale and courage to go on for the days to come. APPA was an excellent and prompt writer,Letters had the strength to bring tears as you read down .MY DAD always had a very affectionate and professional way of ending his letters one with love and kisses (do our conversation over phones end with loveit might end with a bye at the most).MY MOM wrote letters very rarely but there was a lot of genuineness and care in her writing,her letters were mostly in tamil were a treasure.
recently I was reading a book DADY-LONG LEGS by jean Webster, and this book was the motivator to go back to the memories on letter writing. People who are accustomed to letter writing would enjoy the reading and you may not put down the book. please add this to your personal library. I recommend all of you to present your kids with this book,it might drive away the inhibition and shyness what holds them back from writing letters, might be you would be surprised with a lovely letter from your siblings For the others who already have multiple mail ids please make an attempt to type a few lines of your own and send it across instead of forwarding versions of some one else THAT WOULD DEMONSTRATE WHAT THEY MEAN TO YOU
All your posts really do have a nostagic feel about it. Yes, even I miss the posts or Tabals as it was called. The concrete jungles that we live in these days has driven two important visitors out of our homes 1. the sparrow and 2.Postman.
ReplyDeletethey both brought joy and hope to the beholder.
If science has excelled in shrinking physical distances, it has dug a chasm where interpersonal gaps are concerned.
Even Muthiah in his Madras Miscellany has dwelled a lot on this subject.
Thanks for bringing back out memories, keep writing.