Lady of the rings
M. V. KRISHNAN
Teenagers and telephones ... the connection now seems established... .
Back in the days when a working telephone used to be a gift from god, our three-year-old daughter developed a fancy for the telephone. She would hover around it and grab the phone at that first ring!
When we moved to a new apartment we got a new phone number, but soon learnt that this number had earlier belonged to a bank. Promptly at nine every morning the phone would start ringing, with anxious callers asking about their diminishing balances. Tired of this constant jangling, we let our daughter answer the calls. Routinely greeted with "Who'th thpeaking", our callers soon learnt to call elsewhere for their banking needs.
The toddler is now a lissom lass and nine times out of ten, the calls are for her. In fact we let her handle much of our communication with the outside world, most of it being via keyboard and mouse these days. All this technology leaves us floundering. She's happiest when carrying on three chats at once a talk over the telephone, a cyber chat and a web cam session with her cousin.
With all this frenzied staying in touch, lines sometimes get mixed up, leading to hilarious situations. It happened the other day when my wife asked her to call me at the office urgently. My daughter dialled a number in between two of her calls. A neighbour peeped in to say there was a call for us on their phone. My wife rushed out to take the call. For a few a minutes, mother and daughter exchanged confused hellos using our neighbour's phone until the puzzle was unravelled!
We call her the Lady of the Rings.
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