Mere saamne wali khidki mein ek chaand ka tukda rehta hai….while enjoying this number being played in the radio today morning; I was interrupted by a call from a colleague, on my mobile phone…ooppss…the smart phone. After disconnecting the call, as usual, I went into another loop.
I started thinking of how way back in the late 90s or early 2ks or may be till before 5-7 years, khidki was one of the most essential windows for the lovers to get a glance of each other; or may be that quintessential balcony or the terrace which has actually been the windows to so many legendry love stories. Well, this also includes the khidki of that school bus from which the ek jhalak of that chap or chick would have given you enough goose-bumps to think of pehla nasha pehla khumaar…or in a quest to get that ek jhalak you would have probably constantly stared through the khidki near your desk in the classroom to that basketball playground, where he/she came to play in the Games wala period.
I mean whatever the case may be, we the children of 90s have all seen and felt it enough to understand the deeper meaning of the song ghar se nikalte hi kuch durr chalte hi…raste mein hai uska ghar…. kal subah dekha toh…khidki pe aayi nazar…..It is undeniable that amongst others, khidki has seen its times. Alas! The smartphones, the web-cams and the instant video messages through our tabs and other such means have all snatched the respect of the khidki which has played such an instrumental role in flourishing so many love stories. Just to narrate a beautiful incident of a Valentine’s Day which happens to be my Birthday too; a friend of mine from college was proposed by her then beau through their respective kitchen ka khidkis which faced each other’s flats. The boy had stood in front of his khidki with a laal gulab and a note which had I LOVE YOU scribbled in it…..ahhh! What a charming feeling that would have been for them.
Just to clarify- they both are married to different persons now and have children but they at least did not break-up on a phone or on what’s app.
Nevertheless, it pains to see how the khidki has lost it sheen and respect in due course of time. Being a person who believes in the “Charm of Crisis”, I can see the “Problem of Plenty” with the smartphone generation. Though I am also a smart phone user myself but thanks to God that I have passed my teens and very early 20s in the era of khidki and that Nokia mobile phone akka the dabba, which used to receive only SMSes and chhupte-chhupate calls for asking me to come to that khidki, balcony or the terrace to mark my “attendance” 🙂
I think I am sounding too cynical when I say this. But, because there was a paucity or crisis of windows, we were heavily dependent on that khidki to get the ek jhalak and thus, the Charm of Crisis. Whereas, in the present times, what I get to know through my cousins who all are in their teens, that starting from getting that ek jhalak to meeting to dating to proposing, they only have one device with unlimited internet and recharges, which takes them to a virtual world where, leave apart the first eye contact, they cannot even get the aroma of the physical presence which probably would have played instrumental in getting them more closer to the person they love or have infatuations on. And hence, the regular news about breaking up on what’s app or facebook chat.
But, I ask, why to even do that. Better to be in a relationship with our cell phones only. After all, we no more need that khidki to get the ek jhalak of our beloved for solace, tranquillity and happiness. There is an app for every emotion now, MoodKit, Calm or Headspace, et al. In short, we touch our hand-held devices more often than we touch our spouses.
Oh lord! See, the devices have already “occupied” our hands so much that there no space left for holding any “-thing” oopss “-body” else.
So folks, enjoy Diwali and let the lights come from your love and not from your cell phones. Lets hold the hands of our beloveds and not the devices please. Happy Diwali!