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 .
posted by Ashish | 9:08 PM
2 Comments:
man the same thing happened to me ..my cook has a bluetooth cell..and me a primitive model.......!!!
He he he ...two similar incidents happened with me .. not technology related but made me go .. 'Huh ??' . One was years back when I was traveling in a DHINCHAK autorikshaw which looked no less than a Taj Mahal from inside ( in the sense of the effort that had gone in ..I mean the seat covers, lights, mirrors and the awesome music system with Jahnkar beats ). The Driver too seemed quite a 'Wanna be '.. I tried to ignore him. As I reached my destination and gave him the money he turned around and asked “…Madame aapne yeh kaunsa branded perfume dala hai .. ekdum ‘Mast’ hai, bhaut dere se poochna cha raha hu mujhe pasand aya khareedna hai” …I froze and didn’t know what to answer .. just gave him a very arrogant look and said "pata nahi" and walked away all in shock.
The other being once I was returning home late night from work around (12:00 am usual advertising timings ). Usually at that hour we have these known taxi drivers who wait below the office and know where u need to be reached. On that particular day this new guy was there …not that I cared much initially…As we drove from Worli to Juhu at Mahim near a petrol pump he turned back at the sleepy tired me and said “ M’am if you don’t mind can I fill some gas I am short of it “ GASSSSSSSS !!” ….suddenly I was wide awake and in total awe feeling really stupid and silly just nodded my head. He even thanked me after he filled ‘Gas’. I am sure he was one of those guys who are well educated yet fighting to meet 2 ends meet in this glamorous city of dreams ( Mumbai)
Cheers !
Payal
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