The
sight of these sends our beloved NRIs into spasms. Many a brown Californian have I seen,
dragging his engineering fingers through the peppered hair, trying to stave off
an oncoming headache. There is terror in their neat and tidy, organized minds
when faced with these dark tangles.
The
Indian landscape is dotted with them. Across farms, over the village huts, in
the bylanes…they are ominous and omnipresent. A living testament to the Indian
faith in destiny, they co-exist peacefully with the populace, who fearlessly
trip around them.
They
stay that way because there is a deep seated acceptance of the shabby mess. One
would expect some order inside homes. But rarely would you find a domestic
electronic installation without the attendant mat of cables and wires. There
they are, like a “nazar battu” in the otherwise tastefully done interiors, snaking
in and out and around table legs, drooping down lamps, hugging stabilizers and
adorning fancy modems.
A
DJ night, school function or the Prime Minister’s address….the wires do not
discriminate. They go snarling and embroiling as the PA system squeaks, screeches
and hits all kinds of lethal decibel levels. It might kill the NRI but Indian
ears do not seem to mind. What would shock them in fact would be a crystal
clear, hiss free quality relay. That would hurt the ears all right.
An
enterprising entrepreneur needs to enter the business of cleaning up all this electronic
clutter.
I
would probably pay.
No comments:
Post a Comment