BLUE TOOTH – HAIL TECH….
Yes, we all are enslaved by the technology in someway or the other, but what I saw witnessed today was the REACH part of it – mind boggling
I shall be leaving for Sydney and Bangkok on my maiden visit this Friday (yeah bit excited but this is going to bit tough) so as usual I shall start my packing two hrs before leaving and crib at the last moment. The funda is I am leaving tom for Mumbai, so i went with tonnnnns of clothes to ‘Mr. Dhobi’
(** Mr. Dhobi is 24 yrs old guy, heavy and stout, prefers keeping long beard says its gives him Abhishek Bachhan looks. His source of bread n butter is washing and pressing)
I stay in suburbs of Pune, where everything is monopolistic even our Mr Dhobi. He observes holiday on Thursday, so this was my last opportunity to get my stuff pressed. I gave him my clothes and went to collect it sharp at 8:30p.m. (Else Mr. D might just leave) Meanwhile, 8p.m. onwards, I kept trying his mobile number that was out of reach... I was shit scared that here I lose all my shirts n trousers (this is really scary ok when all ur stuff is with one person)
Toh bhagte daudte I reached to Mr D’s 4X4 shop – I looked up – thanked ALMIGHTY my hero was still there and pressing my clothes. I told him Mr. D your phone is not reachable, he said he is facing some problems with the BLUETOOTH I said WHAAAAAAT (with a shock n awe although it’s a sole proprietary of Dubya but still…) He said “BLUE TOOTH – nahin jante kya….dekhne mein toh pade likhe lagte hoon, check karo zara”. How could a DHOBI say this to me grrrrr…COMETH THE HOUR COMETH THE MAN said yeah show me ur phone… Now when he offered me his NOKIA 6600 I felt like running for covers with my NOKIA 66XX (some primitive model, see I even don’t remem the model number)
Huh, I am an engineer… I said Mr. Dhobi show me your Blue Tooth (now I have never used blue tooth, albeit, u know I Play It Safe, what to do with blue tooth when u have all white ones, eh..) so I started struggling, pressed few keys here n there went to some menus and again after pressing some keys when nothing happened good old trick stuck me (Fonda trick – keep reading) I confidently asked him “Band karke chalu karo” he said WHAT? I said “Bhaiya band karo aur chalu karo” (* I sounded so sure and confident that I was the one who invented BLUE TOOTH) he did it and BINGOOOOO I was the hero something happened and he was satisfied...... Mr. Dhobi was satisfied (*I again looked up – Almighty u exist)
I reiterated that I could not reach his number, he said “show me what number you are dialing” now I was running for covers because I named Mr. Handsome Hunk as DHOBI in my NOKIA 66XX…..he snatched my phone in a flash and checked out his number….. SOS he gave me killer looks as if I am the most mean character existing on planet earth and shud be chuked out of his sight w.e.f. I cried in my mind for MerCY and tried to escape his thorny glare.
Finally, he gave me another number that of CHOTU ( Mr. Chotu is some 12 yrs old boy who carries again a mobile phone NOKIA XX) mentioning if his number is not reachable I can call up CHOTU.
I gave him 20 Rs and left from that place thinking of immediately putting my thoughts on this J and with a lesson never underestimate a TECHNOCRAT DHOBI and simultaneously read about BLUE TOOTH on www.howthingswork.com .
Yes, we all are enslaved by the technology in someway or the other, but what I saw witnessed today was the REACH part of it – mind boggling
I shall be leaving for Sydney and Bangkok on my maiden visit this Friday (yeah bit excited but this is going to bit tough) so as usual I shall start my packing two hrs before leaving and crib at the last moment. The funda is I am leaving tom for Mumbai, so i went with tonnnnns of clothes to ‘Mr. Dhobi’
(** Mr. Dhobi is 24 yrs old guy, heavy and stout, prefers keeping long beard says its gives him Abhishek Bachhan looks. His source of bread n butter is washing and pressing)
I stay in suburbs of Pune, where everything is monopolistic even our Mr Dhobi. He observes holiday on Thursday, so this was my last opportunity to get my stuff pressed. I gave him my clothes and went to collect it sharp at 8:30p.m. (Else Mr. D might just leave) Meanwhile, 8p.m. onwards, I kept trying his mobile number that was out of reach... I was shit scared that here I lose all my shirts n trousers (this is really scary ok when all ur stuff is with one person)
Toh bhagte daudte I reached to Mr D’s 4X4 shop – I looked up – thanked ALMIGHTY my hero was still there and pressing my clothes. I told him Mr. D your phone is not reachable, he said he is facing some problems with the BLUETOOTH I said WHAAAAAAT (with a shock n awe although it’s a sole proprietary of Dubya but still…) He said “BLUE TOOTH – nahin jante kya….dekhne mein toh pade likhe lagte hoon, check karo zara”. How could a DHOBI say this to me grrrrr…COMETH THE HOUR COMETH THE MAN said yeah show me ur phone… Now when he offered me his NOKIA 6600 I felt like running for covers with my NOKIA 66XX (some primitive model, see I even don’t remem the model number)
Huh, I am an engineer… I said Mr. Dhobi show me your Blue Tooth (now I have never used blue tooth, albeit, u know I Play It Safe, what to do with blue tooth when u have all white ones, eh..) so I started struggling, pressed few keys here n there went to some menus and again after pressing some keys when nothing happened good old trick stuck me (Fonda trick – keep reading) I confidently asked him “Band karke chalu karo” he said WHAT? I said “Bhaiya band karo aur chalu karo” (* I sounded so sure and confident that I was the one who invented BLUE TOOTH) he did it and BINGOOOOO I was the hero something happened and he was satisfied...... Mr. Dhobi was satisfied (*I again looked up – Almighty u exist)
I reiterated that I could not reach his number, he said “show me what number you are dialing” now I was running for covers because I named Mr. Handsome Hunk as DHOBI in my NOKIA 66XX…..he snatched my phone in a flash and checked out his number….. SOS he gave me killer looks as if I am the most mean character existing on planet earth and shud be chuked out of his sight w.e.f. I cried in my mind for MerCY and tried to escape his thorny glare.
Finally, he gave me another number that of CHOTU ( Mr. Chotu is some 12 yrs old boy who carries again a mobile phone NOKIA XX) mentioning if his number is not reachable I can call up CHOTU.
I gave him 20 Rs and left from that place thinking of immediately putting my thoughts on this J and with a lesson never underestimate a TECHNOCRAT DHOBI and simultaneously read about BLUE TOOTH on www.howthingswork.com .
