“Sorry ya, the line got cut!”

When I step out of my house and manage to get good network, I have another problem to deal with – the ‘vyakti’ (individual) is always busy! But then there is no use cursing a recorded voice message. I think part of the problem lies in the endless number of phone calls that people make out here. These are not essential calls in my opinion, things that I would normally what’s app or text about about back in Hong Kong. A call to a friend to plan a dinner, a call to the neighbour to ask if she has extra eggs, a call to the football coach to ask if there is practice today, a call confirming the time of a meeting, a call to say you are on your way, a call to say that you might be late and a call to say that you have reached! All these calls certainly cut out that individual who might be stranded in the middle of the road and desperately needs to connect. And yet “…….kripya thodi der baad dial kare!” 

Ok so that was my view for the first two weeks I was in Mumbai. I refused to give in to the ‘calling’ system. I texted my friends about dinner plans, I ran down to the neighbour’s if I needed eggs, I what’s app-ed the football coach, the bank manager and everyone else I wanted to meet. Simple, isn’t it? That is if the job got done! My friends messaged me back, we fixed the venue and date, but the time was never fixed “I will call you when I leave home.” Knocking on my neighbour’s door would yield nothing as the neighbour wouldn’t be at home and the football coach never replied as he had no connectivity in his area! The bank meeting never happened too. “Oh, I wasn’t sure if the meeting was confirmed” Says the senior manager of a reputed International bank. “After all you never called me to confirm Ma’am!”