"THUD !" came the sound. And instinctively, all eyes went up to the balcony. The moment that all had been waiting for since dawn had duly arrived. The morning newspaper was here !
It is amazing how important a newspaper is to the life of an Indian (or at the very least, an Indian living in India). Amazing bcoz news are now available at our fingertips. There are 24 hour TV channels and broadband Internet. On many occasions, the morning newspaper is a little stale. Some of the news items have already got updated over the course of the night. In fact it is exactly the same news that were seen yesterday evening, that people wish to catch up on in the morning. And yet, there is little else that we look forward to in the morning. There is this strange connection between an Indian and print media, it seems to give a kick that nothing else can. Once the newspaper arrives, everything else takes a backseat. Atleast for a while. Everybody has their lips on the morning caffeine and their eyes on the paper. It is a ritual that is followed with utmost seriousness.
I vividly remember how lost my father felt every morning on his first visit to US. He would prepare his cup of tea and then wonder what to do next. The idea of drinking it without the newspaper seemed impossible. Though he never complained, there was clearly an emptiness that was evident on his face. Soon enough, I realized this and a week later, got myself subscribed to New York Times. It was only then that normalcy resumed.
Now that I have moved to India, I have also got bitten by the newspaper bug. My hectic mornings make sure that I barely get 15-20 mins for myself and the paper. And I try to use them in the most effective way possible. A fleeting glance at all the pages, earmarking the interesting articles either for work or for evening. While I am on way to work, my jealous stares are reserved for the ones with chauffeurs. I see these folks catching up on the news while somebody else is on the wheel, and I tell to myself "What Bliss !".
I guess this is going to be one of those random posts where I get started but don't know how to end. But then isn't this what blogging is all about -- capturing the thoughts in a free flowing way without any specific structure or format. I smile and pat my back for figuring a way out, and move on.