The Tears of Automan 2032
“Son, I want to say something”
“Yes, go on dad”
“Son, my diabetes is getting out of control. The boil on my leg refuses to get healed. It is becoming an ulcer!”
“Dad, this disease is part of our family history. You have to bear this.”
“Your mom remembers you every day. Take some time, come and meet her!”
‘Dad, what can Mom do except remembering me? Please keep her busy.”
“Son, her Arthritis has become worse now. One of her leg has become stiff and she is having great difficulty to even sit up”
“Dad, I have bought an automan for you. Its software is very good. It is loaded with all emotions. You can consider the automan as your son instead of me. You can call it by my name and it will respond to you. It will work as per instructions. It will help you to get up, to sit and it will even play with you.”
“But son, your mom is not ready to listen. She insists to meet you.”
“Dad, I have lots of work here. It is not easy to get a vacation.”
“Son, you get two days off for a weekend. Why don’t you come for your mom’s sake? It has been over one and a half years since we saw you!”
“Dad, out of seven days, I get only two days off. Do you want me to waste them as well ?”
Seeing the tears in dad’s and mom’s eyes, automan hugged them. He took out a handkerchief, wiped their tears and said “Dad, Mom, I am here for you.”
Automan called his software engineer and said “You have uploaded emotions in me. However, seeing the conditions here, heavy current is flowing through my emotion circuit. I cannot bear this and I fear there would be a short circuit soon. Can you please install a tears based safety valve in me also?”
How many more Gandhis?
Srikant and Madhuri had come to Indore from America to see a girl for their son, Praveen. The girl’s father, Sanjay, had come to the airport to receive them. As soon as they sat in the taxi, Sanjay started singing praises about his daughter. “She is very fair and beautiful”
Madhuri said “But our son is of dark complexion.”
“Who would look at a guy’s complexion?”
Madhuri tried to remember something and said “Mr.Sanjay, Aren’t you from Mirzapur, a village near Indore?” Hearing this, Sanjay was very surprised. He had always mentioned that he was from Indore.
“Yes, Yes. How do you know that?”
“Do you remember? Thirty years ago, you had come to Devas to see a girl?”
Hearing this, Sanjay got a shock. It didn’t take long for his to realise that Madhuri was the same girl that his family had rejected as she had a dark complexion. Sanjay was trying to wipe away the sweat on his forehead repeatedly.
Madhuri said “Do not worry Mr. Sanjay. Praveen likes your daughter Sanjana a lot. But this is not because she is fair. He likes her because she is very capable and intelligent. Both have been talking to each other for some time. They like each other a lot. People. Western countries have changed attitude toward skin colour. But no one knows how many Gandhis need to be born in this country to change this thinking?”
