It reminds me of childhood days spent buying new year cards by the score. The dilemma was only between Choosing UNICEF and CRY for fulfilment of social responsibility inculcated by dad inside the heart and the mind, which was split finally equally between both reaching out to India and the world.
Then choosing which ones to send to whom out of the whole lot of cards.
I used to take it to the next level by then choosing between the limited choice of variations of postage stamps available at different different post offices and then came the deliberation on the choice of words thought over and above greetings of the seasons and a few family update notes to be written in intricate handwriting by dad, then the envelope for the address was my responsibility.
Those were the days when greetings were not simply a greeting.
It was an effort that showed that you cared, and more than cared. It was like the renewal of a bond built through the years and reminiscing about the times gone by and the times to come.
It was time taken out for people you cared for : even if it meant to communicate via a simple happy new year card, once a year.
Those were the good old days.
These are also good times. Broadcast happy new year on Whats app and you don't even care who all it went to so long as you pressed send even If you had not spoken in five years and the number did not exist anymore.
But you tried to reach out.
Sending a SMS is also a sign that you cared enough to send a SMS.
I guess this is evolution of connectivity with your past and your future without actually connecting.
30th December 2014.
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