After a long time, I saw something inside a car parked on the side of the road, which reminded me of something which was so common in the past. It has somehow become extinct now; at least in the big cities. Maybe, because of globalizing, global warming, hole in the ozone layer, mule on the street, mole in the coffee house kitchen, camera outside and inside changing rooms or due to numerous Mars landings……. I really don’t know the exact reason for that.
The thing I am referring to is something called a ‘ cover’ and it used to live in almost every house in different size and shapes depending on the things it covers. We used to have a cover for everything. Be it TV set, Mixer, Washing machine, refrigerators, Tables, Radio, Computer Monitor and Keyboard, VCR, sewing machines, two wheelers, CPU, UPS, sofa set, letters, suitcases, Harmonium, flute, contagious diseases, marital discord, eating and mental disorders, financial irregularities, accidents, Church organ and many other organs.
My grandmother was an expert in covering things. Her hobby was to stitch covers for everything, including her body. I mean, she even stitched her own clothes. The best thing I saw she covered was something which is very essential today, for the survival of the human race.
In early 80’s, after a waiting period of many years after booking, she got a telephone connection with a 5 digit number, 25048. She used to take care of the instrument like a new born child.
Yes, she made a cover for that also with a thick cloth.
After some time, when the number of calls she made and received increased, the cover disappeared. I am sure she won’t throw it away. It might have ended up in her kitchen as a kitchen towel. She used to be an expert in recycling; anything, everything.
Out of her 7 grandchildren, I stayed with her the most. As time passed, two things happened in that house. First, covers started to disappear one by one and the second thing, I became a teenager.
Then, it was my turn to cover things. About the calls I made, calls I got, movies I watched, people I met, Masala Dosa I had from Ambadi restaurant, Chilli beef fry I had from Binny restaurant, audio cassettes I bought, imported books I bought from Current Books, why I went to two different places for tuitions when every teacher in town used to take all subjects, Why I always went out at a particular time in the evening every day etc.
But now, very rarely I see things covered up. It is all open. Be it personal, professional, electrical, medical, mechanical, Balance sheet of a company or recipe to make lime juice.
Did the dust pollution reduce suddenly? Did The Internet and its search engines along with social networking change the way people think today? Or is it because of the extended warranties we can get if we are willing to pay a little extra at the time of purchasing a product or love and affection giving us a confidence that we don’t have to worry about it till the warranty period ends?
Whatever the reason, I don’t think we can completely eradicate covers. Covers help us to prolong the life of some relationships, interior wirings, speakers of expensive music system and of course, seats of a brand new car!
Plus, some ‘Extra Cover’ is required it seems, on a field where they try to prevent a small innocent ball from escaping when it gets hit by a heavy, thick wooden stick!
Okay, now let me run for ‘covers’ before that old telephone starts writing stories about his experiences with a teenage boy. (Yes HE. That telephone was a male. I am sure. No doubt. Because it was big, heavy, had a loud ring tone and despite the absence of a vibration mode, the whole house vibrated whenever he rang)
By the way, it is raining here. So, always advisable to cover your head while walking outside and stay inside a covered area if there is thunder and lightning.
Have a nice day and listen to the song ‘Here I go again’ by David ‘Cover’dale .