Knock!!!!!! Knock!!!!! Postman!!!!

By Mayuresh Bhardwaj

‘A message popped up on the phone.  It’s an invitation from one of my relative’. Science provides us the amount of comfort which one could not have even imagined few years back. Indeed it is something we always desired to have in our lives the word ‘comfort’.

However, in gaining this comfort we lost something immensely fast and that is emotions that connectivity which our elders had in their age. That was the age when a messenger knock on the door accumulate many emotions at the time.

Postal worker a person who carries our emotions of all types sometime its sorrow and sometimes it is happening he carries opportunities and grief.  However, above all they were the sources of connectivity.  Today future of these messengers of emotions is in dark and in insecurity. After a boom in social media connections and formation of different messenger applications somewhere these postal workers have lost their identity. Now these workers are fighting for their integrity.

During a talk to an old mail carrier, a reality comes in the form of fact.  Jayesh Jha, a 65 years old man shared his thoughts.  He said, “These days people don’t write letters as they used to earlier, they now send mails through the internet or a text message by different form of medium of social media to convey their message.”

Although he himself has never sent an e-mail, he knows about it quite well.  His bag used to be very heavy, but now he does not even carry one.  “A postman these days does not require a bag,” he says, “He can fasten whatever five or ten letters he has to the bicycle seat.”

This is not the only view about this issue.  Rajesh Singh, a 28 spring’s old man can never be so insecure about his future before he got this job after his father’s sudden death.  He said, “The recent years have seen the gradual disappearance of many professions, which once acquired importance in every society.  One such profession is postal work, which was ubiquitous but is fast disappearing.

These statements are not enough to conclude their grief but there are many more to say something about this darkness. Today postal workers are on road for their rights and values.  They have something to say may be something to urge about the certainty of their household necessities.  They complain that majority of them are short of their proper uniforms. They also want to urge about the reconsideration of the way they are allotted areas of their work.

Even twenty years ago, people sitting in balcony, with their eyes longing on the road in search of the khaki-clad postman, were a common sight.  They waited ardently, with hope filled in their hearts, for the news the postman brought with him of a loved one posted faraway, or perhaps even a photograph they had eagerly waited for.  Somewhere we are not so fortunate now to experience that feeling and smell of emotions.

Once they took care of our emotions or let me correct myself, they are taking care of our emotions and responsibilities with all their grief but it is our part, which remains to play now in respect of them.  We have to ensure them that we are with them for everything so that these angels could stay with us for a long time.

(Mayuresh Bhardwaj is a student of journalism from Indira School of communication)