The Post.

I rarely get letters and those that do find me are usually appeals for funds or circulars and of course the appeal for votes from candidates for various elected bodies with which I am connected like my clubs and some societies.

So, I was quite intrigued to find this ancient symbol of Indian Posts, a postcard in my mailbox.

The interesting aspect of this postcard is that it is unaddressed, so someone must have come over to drop it in my mail box. I suspect that it is one of the two postmen who have been delivering mail to our place for the past almost quarter century and who I get to meet only when I get a Registered Mail or a Speed Post but most certainly every Diwali. Β I wonder if the Post Office has decided to use this as a marketing gimmick!

I wonder if this has been dropped in every mailbox in our part of the world or whether whoever dropped it has been more selective. I wonder because I decided to accede to the request to watch whatever it was that “Ippadikku” would show me. That word is in Tamil and that was why I was intrigued.

When I went to the site I found that it led me to this Youtube clip.

Now I am more intrigued because the clip shows Pune and some shots of its life, and three characters who speak English, Hindi and Thamizh, the last being my mother tongue just like in my home. The odds that my mailbox was selected for this particular qualification is so low that it must be the greatest coincidence ever!

A nice mystery to be solved and I shall now wear my Sherlock Holmes hat and go looking for Dr. Watson to assist me.

24 thoughts on “The Post.”

    1. Chuck when, mark my words, I say when not if, you come over, I shall personally escort you to see our glorious city and quite a bit of its neighbourhood which to is full of interesting places to visit.

      That story touched my heart for the reason that when I was away at home, like the grandfather in this story, my mother would write regularly as she did to my other siblings as well. Those aerograms were priceless.

        1. Remarkable. And as I suspected, it was bunged into my mail box by the newspaper boy so that I don’t throw it away like I do the fliers that they distribute and which I have told them not to insert in my papers. They are unable to control that so, this lad thought that this is one flier that I must see. Clever fellow!

    1. and in my experience, the postmen are so much better behaved than courier guys. They don’t ring the bell so insistently, leave slips to tell you they’d come with a registered letter, and don’t insist on your phone number when you sign for it. Overall more reliable. Plus, we’ve had quite a few incidences of courier delivery men robbing/killing residents, haven’t heard of a postman doing something like that while on duty

      1. I will respond here to all three comments that you have left in the post. I consider the postmen as my friends and I suspect they do me too. They have helped me a few times when I had stuff to attend to at the Yerwada post office with officious babus being bureaucratic. I agree that they are better behaved than most courier company employees but I think that Amazon India has evolved a training programme which makes their agents quite pleasant to deal with. I would not be surprised if my luck is due to one of the postmen leaving it for me knowing that I am a Tamilian. I last visited the GPO in April of this year and you can read about that experience here –

  1. What an intriguing story and what a touching film . Don’t get any letters these days apart from “junk mail” , greeting cards & wedding invitations ( yes passports too ) ! Never seen the postman who comes to our apartment building – don’t even know if they wear khaki uniforms & cpas these days . My occasional visits to the Post Office for sending letters by Speed post or checking on the Postal Savings Account have been pleasant and bring back pleasant memories . My maternal Grand dad was a prolific letter writer – very prompt in replying and expected prompt , newsy replies as well ! I suspected he kept the post office in business on his own ! He preserved all letters ( Inland letters, post cards & covers , even telegrams – those pink things with white strips ) in year wise bundles in a cupboard which I often had to “organise” ! Wonder what happened to them – a living breathing chronicle of events in the lives of family & friends – joys and sorrows shared equally . Letters ( like so many other “old world” stuff ) have disappeared , alas never to return , Endangered/vanishing species like newspapers , photographic film and books ! Collateral damage will be caused to that wonderful hobby philately !

    1. I wonder if you know that I am known as BAMBA in my family because my father used to send postcards to me addressed to my name ending with B.A, M.B,A. as his generation was wont to. Some people came to know about my MBA only because of seeing these post cards lying around at home.

    1. Thank you Alan. It should be a cakewalk once I get hold of one of the postmen. The problem is that they do not come to my door unless there is a Registered Post which is very rare. I will however solve it this week one way or another.

  2. Hi Sir,

    We are so excited to see your POST.
    This is Shiva, Director of IPPADIKKU. It was a small Initiative from our team to send PostCard through Newspapers to remind people about the Lost Emotion.

    We are Super Excited to see your blog carrying the our POSTCARD Picture and our effort Paid-off. Glad it reached you. Super Happy.

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