By, Munna R S
Welcome
to 2050 !
Chetan
Bhagat's India 2020 had passed by 30 years ago. I woke up hearing my Robo
chanting loud prayers from The Holy Book, aroma of incense sticks spread all
along the nooks and corners of the rooms. I am waiting for the Robo to bring
my bed coffee so that I can get up from
my bed and take me to the washroom to brush my teeth. I took the remote and
pressed "Woke Up" button and soon came my Robo with my bed-coffee and
a pair of tissue papers. I looked at her, stared at the most subtle and
beautiful way in which she walked up to me. Soon, I traced back to the day I
met her on my 25th Birthday in the form of a gift. From then, I started seeing
her first instead of the God's picture hung on the wall. She brings me bed
coffee as if my mom used to do for my dad when he wakes up. She sits besides me
staring at my sleepy eyes as if Radhika- my favorite fictional character looked
at her love- Ashok. She gets up my bag and accompany me to my clinic. She takes
up all my clients' case histories, administers adequate test, conducts
therapies and almost all my jobs in clinic. Moreover, she found the perfect
Mrs. for me when I was at my 27. She even procured me all the good tag and
accreditations which I carry along with my name as a successful clinical
psychologist. She takes care of my wife and kids better than anyone else. Keeps
my home shining all along the years. I can even say that she takes care of my
life; all I need to know is to operate the remote which brings me and her
together and recharge her. From my 25th Birthday to today when I am on my 50,
she had been there in all my ups and downs. I start my day with her and ends
with her. I guess, even my life will end, me besides her.
Yes,
I'm Jobless ; But A Job Giver
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