Our golden oldie

Imagine a household scene somewhere in mid-19th century. A family has brought home a fascinating apparatus called ‘the electric light bulb’. They eagerly try it out and squeal with joy as it performs the wondrous function of glowing and giving out light.

Now fast forward to the year 2012. Friends of a couple have gifted them a fascinating apparatus manufactured in Japan for their wedding in 2011. It was ordered by them online and came to the couple’s home in disassembled parts. The couple spent an enjoyable time assembling it together, initially with the help of diagrams because the instructions were in Japanese and it involved a lot of scouting before they found a funnily translated (but ultimately helpful) version. The machine is finally put together and is kept on display in a corner of the living room. But wait! There’s more to it. It is not only a pretty showpiece but actually works provided it has something to work on. It’s just that its time is yet to come.

Thus, another year passes and one day the wife’s father gives the couple the missing piece. They put it on and wait excitedly for the apparatus to work. But it does not. So the husband spends an entire Sunday morning tinkering with it, looking up YouTube videos for guidance and coaxing it to function. Finally it starts to make screeching sounds which then slowly subside leaving behind a clear melody.

The couple squeal for joy and the wife jumps up and down as usual, not unlike how the family in mid-19th century must have done (except that the demure wife wouldn’t have behaved like an excited monkey back then) when they witnessed a working light bulb! “Wow!” She exclaims, “A machine that can play music without electricity…how fascinating!”

That, my friends, is the story of our Gramophone.

And so, if the prediction of the 2012 apocalypse comes true with the world nearing its end leading to much mayhem including no power supply, we can sit in a make-shift shelter eating beans out of a can with our good ‘ol gramophone by our side playing sweet music to keep us company.

Our gramophone


About Dancing Fingers Singing Keypad

This blogger is someone whose fingers itch to dance, coaxing the keypad to sing. For years, I kept saying that writing for me was a mere hobby. And then, just like the lead characters of a typical romantic movie it finally dawned upon me just how much I love this form of art and how I simply cannot live without it. And then we lived happily ever after ... or tried to, for isn't there the following saying? “Writing is torture. Not writing is torture. The only thing that feels good is having written." Originally from India, I reside in California, USA with my husband and little daughter and work as a software engineer. (I’ve got to be practical, the aforementioned love of my life doesn’t pay for food yet and it doesn’t hurt that I enjoy computer programming.) With the title loosely inspired by the Oscar-winning Chinese film “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon“, this blog, “Dancing Fingers, Singing Keypad” welcomes viewers …err… readers to savor the performances of its “characters”.
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14 Responses to Our golden oldie

  1. pappa says:

    very nice.I hope you are enjoying your gramophone

  2. varish says:

    Awesome ! I remember the ‘assembled’ Gramophone in the corner of the room when I visited last time around. Next time we will get to hear some melodious music from it ! 🙂

  3. Nikhil says:

    yoooohoooo!! (I am not jumping up and down ;p! )
    its that ‘अरे यह बोला sss … इसके मूह में जबान है … यह गूंगा नहीं है!!’ moment …

  4. Nikhil says:

    btw, jump to 10:29 s in above video to ‘cut to the chase’ !:D

  5. Gayatri Rao says:

    this will fetch ya a ton of money some day!

  6. Parul says:

    hahaha! i can so imagine you jumping up and down! 🙂 why imagine? I just have to recollect 🙂

  7. Pesto Sauce says:

    We used to have one gramophone at out house where music played on weekends after dinner and everyone enjoyed. Not sure if those instruments were better but those days were indeed the best

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