She was still in the kitchen making coffee. I'd just finished sending a couple of emails and realized I hadn't said a word to her since fifteen minutes. As I tried to get a peek into the kitchen my attention was drawn to the view from the balcony.
The air outside was cool and breezy. The road looked clean and washed. Some kids were splashing about in the shallow puddles. The trees were glowing bright green and the
hill in the background was looking up at the dark clouds. At some distance along the side of the
hill, a shepherd was carrying his lamb hurriedly to a nearby shed.
"Such a laidback and tranquil
place away from the bustling city", I thought to myself, "...atleast
for now...", as I looked over at the two construction sites down the road. Soon the city would engulf this neighbourhood
too. Soon that hill would disappear.
The weather was perfect for some
hot tea and biscuits. But not today. This time I said yes to coffee
'cause I didn't want her spending longer making tea. And I'm very particular
about tea. She knew that. She could do without my tea tantrums just this once.
I heard the familiar sound of the
steel strainer tapping thrice over a cup. I got off my chair and walked into
the kitchen to help her bring the cups into the living room. She gave me that
familiar smile like when she always would after coffee was ready!
I was the first one to sit. I
quickly downed one biscuit and sipped some coffee. She was still settling into
her chair, looking for her pair of glasses. Soon, we would be ready to discuss
the events of the last few months.
"So how’s it going? How are
you spending your time these days?” I said, jumping straight to the topic.
I knew the
answer, yet I preferred she explain in her own words. Besides, this was
something very new in her life.
She nodded
and sipped her coffee. Satisfied with how the coffee turned out, she carefully
placed the cup on the table and looked at me. “Well”, she began, "I guess
I'm a source of entertainment to you these past few days, huh? You must be having a laugh behind my back."
"Laughing?
No way. But entertaining? Yes, you certainly are."
"Good I
guess. Atleast you kids will think of me every time you get those
messages."
"You
mean updates."
"Yes,
messages."
"Ok,
messages. Yes, we see your messages a lot. I know I don’t reply right away, but
I do read them. That's why I'm here and curious to know how it happened."
"I'm
learning all that new technology you kids seem to be constantly poring over. And
last week, I’ve learned how to upload photos. Did you see....?” she asked
looking at me earnestly. “Yes, I did”, I responded quickly. “Very nice. I even
liked them and commented.”
She reached
for her coffee again, seemingly happy with my reply.
“You
uploaded some nice photos of clouds, forests and birds. How do you get those?”
I asked innocently.
“On that
googer of course”
“Google, you
mean”
“Yes
googer"
“Hmm”, I
nodded while making a mental note to check her Safesearch filter settings
later!
“But
grandma”, I continued, “you upload way too many photos every day. What’s that
all about?”
“Well, it’s
good to help pass time at my age. And I’m making that face album for you and
your cousins."
“Face album?
... You mean, facebook album”
“Same
thing. Soon, I’ll learn to use that phone’s camera and click all the
photos in those albums I have of yours since you were a baby!”
“Ok. Just
make sure you upload only the ones in which I’m wearing my diapers or pants. I
don’t want my friends to see anything else.”
She chuckled
at that thought. We both reached for our coffee cups. I had a sip, the
temperature was just right. So was the weather outside. The breeze had
turned and it was raining directly over the potted plants in the balcony.
“So this is
quite an activity for you then?” I said, coming back to the topic.
“Yes. Its
good for me to be mentally occupied. Every morning I look forward to starting
the laptop. I see your status, your cousin’s updates, I send you messages and
upload pictures. It gives me purpose. It’s better than watching some stupid
dramas on TV. At my age the mind grows weak. Doing this everyday is like
training the brain to stay alert. I remember where to click, how to upload, I
get more familiar with the keypad..."
"That's
impressive", I said with a sense of pride.
"Besides,
I'm bored meeting with the other old ladies at the library", she
continued. "All they talk about is how their children and grandchildren
don't call them and don't care about them. I told them if you want your kids to
call you, learn this googer and face thing and you'll know what's happening
with their lives. But I'm yet to see anyone do anything about that. So I quit
going there and just keep learning more of this. Best use of my time I
think."
She looked
away at the window in the direction of the library building. It was a small
building next to the nice green lawn. The residents had contributed to the
collection of books to benefit everyone in the community. Also, it was a good
hangout for the seniors. It helped keep each other good company than sit alone
in their apartments.
She was
quite serious saying that about the other ladies, but I couldn't help smiling.
I guess that's where we get our non-conformist attitude from.
She was
sipping her coffee and I could see there was something new on her mind now. I
looked eagerly and braced myself for some funny question.
"What’s
that candy candy something I keep
getting messages on?"
"Oh",
I had to nip this in the bud, "that....that is something my friends told
me not to click on. You shouldn’t either, grandma. Its the most annoying thing
in the world."
"Ok”,
she nodded, much to my relief. Saved.
"So,
you learned all this in 4 months? Not bad, not bad at all", bringing the
topic back to Facebook.
"Not
bad for an eighty two year old, huh?”, she couldn't help laughing. "I hired a tutor
to give me a crash course on this. Every Saturday Sunday 10am to 11am."
"Who is
this guy?"
"He's a
good kid. Stays near here. My maid's nephew. He volunteers at a school to teach
kids about computer."
"That's
nice of him."
"Yes. I
told him about you. So he kept my password which is your name and the year you
......."
"Haha.
Grandma, that's nice but you're not supposed to keep such an easy
password."
"Whatever.
Important thing is I remember the password", she snapped, surely a bit
annoyed.
"Ok
grandma. That's good. I'm honoured to be your password."
I can't be
sure but it sounded like she mumbled the equivalent of "smartass" in
Marathi under her breath.
"Anyways,
I like that you're keeping yourself busy. Sorry I wasn't around to teach you
all this computer stuff. But you're doing great on your own."
"Its
ok. You kids have your own lives. I understand. I only want to keep in touch.
This works for me. I don't feel lonely. Whenever I do, I go see your photos,
your cousin's photos, I read your status and it makes me happy knowing where
you are and knowing you are safe and happy.
"And I
hope you realize that its never too late to learn anything. Just takes longer
to learn as you age maybe, but you can learn new things. And you must. Else
your brain will rot."
"Yes
grandma. That I think you've made quite clear to us. We have no excuses."
"Good."
"So
what next?"
"That candy thing of course. You can't fool
me. I know there's something interesting there", she laughed while I
choked on my biscuit. The skies went dark. The monsoon had officially arrived.
.....
Few months passed
since that last visit. I was back to the daily grind of work and routine. My
initial resolve of quitting Facebook had gone weaker. I decided to stay on just
'cause I knew there was that one friend who truly visited my profile every
other day to read and “like” my posts. Including the pointless, impulsive and
silly ones. She did not judge. If at all, she only showed concern and love with
a certain childlike innocence, as she would if she were there in person.
Then one day
I realized she’d figured out a way to use the phone camera. She uploaded one
pic from when I was four years old. In the pic, I had no pants on. I spent 2hrs that day hiding
the pic from my timeline and friends.
I fear the
day a candy candy something invite
ends up in the inbox. Apart from that, I have no real tensions in life!
-- The End --
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