My Dad gave up typing after my mom and I ribbed him for coming down heavily on an antique Remington typewriter with all the might of his middle finger. He decided to pass on the prestigious job of being his secretary to me. He’d call and tell me what to write and I’d send them out. This was a languid routine we’d settled into. I of course was smug about my ‘superior’ knowledge and would occasionally give him a hard time when he’d demand that I send a letter right away and I’d take my time much to his exasperation. I had to give him a hard time as he’d demand that I write his views on Ayodhya and send to a newspaper or to the Petroleum Ministry demanding to know as a citizen the reason for the price hike or to the corporation insisting they clear the garbage at his doorstep right away!
And then FB happened. Although the whole world was into it, he steadfastly stayed away pooh-poohing it as a waste of time. He’d grit his teeth every time we managed to fish out unflattering pictures of him and put them on FB just for few laughs.
Life comes a circle they say! I don’t exactly know when it happened, but my Dad discovered the IPad and by default, within a span of six months, had mastered the art of mailing, cutting, pasting, and forwarding. He stuck out his tongue at all of us!
What was worse was he discovered FB! Now he sits with his secret weapon, the IPad, a devilish grin and goes – Ahaa! Plotting his daily posts with utter glee and gay abandon! We all now face the ignominy of finding god-awful pictures of ourselves, all scanned from old, dusty albums. Pictures that make us go Ugh! There are days when he is sitting by himself chuckling at some funny video or photos of some third cousin twice removed! He now has opinions on various political parties and most of us are forced to hear his vociferous views. We also hear his views on what we should have worn at a particular party, how I ought not to flash all my 32s or how my son needs to shave his facial hair! The reference point is always something from FB. Wherever he goes, the FB follows him like a pug! On the bright side he is completely occupied! Cheerfully!
We are of course sadder but wiser!