I believe that 80% of the SMS communication in the mobile world today takes place among youth. They exchange their feelings, emotions and boredom through these messages. They originate at one place but nobody knows where they end. Personally I don't like misusing much time through sending and receiving quite useless and time-pass messages when there are a number of responsibilities on our part. My wife Srijana Devi sends me these messages very rarely, when she is a little away from me. The following are some I received from her so far:
Hai my dear,
I am Sruji.
I love u so much & gud night ra.
i kiss you ra.
i love u soooo much ra.
From:The house of her maternal grandparents
Date: 14-04-2009
Time: 08:54 PM IST
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I Love You.
Good Night. From: The house of her maternal grandparents.
Date: 08-06-2009
Time: 11:09 PM IST
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I love you soooooooooooooooooo much. From: The house of her maternal grandparents
Date: 08-06-2009
Time: 11:14 PM IST
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What are you doing ra.
i am thinking about u.
you can free call me after 15 minits. From: Our rented house portion in Hyderabad.
Date: 05-10-2009
Time: 7:28 PM IST
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I hate you.
Pothulaga thini paduko.
Yame mataladanu.
Pora donga moham vada.
From: The house of her paternal uncle in Hyderabad
Date: 20-10-2009
Time: 12:03 PM IST
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Though I seldom reply to an SMS, I enjoy receiving them from my dear ones, my wife above all. She is my primary Goddess. I felt very happy after reading the SMS she sent me this afternoon. I like a beautiful girl scolding me like anything after I intentionally neglected her for considerable time. I know that some of you can't understand the Telugu words in the above part but what can I do. Am I not missing the hearts and souls of many crores in this nation who speak in their mother tongues only? This language barrier in understanding others is an inescapable punishment to us humans.
The other words she frequently uses addressing me in our home are:
Donga Moham (face of a thief)
True, perhaps my looks of admiration or madness might make my face look so to her.
Dongodu (thief)
True, I stole her beautiful college life. I feel very happy when she addresses me with this word.
Siggu Ledha (no shyness)
True, I have no shame of a good human being. I ran after many girls. I enjoy this word also.
Inkenti (what more?)
She calls me and irritates me to say more. I never had the qualities of present-day young lovers to use much language in oral communication to impress or attract a girl. I often reply her when she uses this word, "Emi Ledhu" (nothing).
Pitchodu (mad man)
True, I am a mad lover and admirer of the beauty of this world, in living human form in particular. My thoughts and concerns about this world also make me deserve this citation. I enjoy this word like anything from her.
Srijana's English and Hindi skills are very poor. She is interested in improving those language skills. When I get a great Hindi speaking girl as my friend, I would request her to teach her Hindi. As for English, I would assign that noble task to my Honorary Teacher (an exceptional female beauty with great qualifications and capabilities in English language and literature I would appoint for my English language improvement once I get known to the world a little as a writer).
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