SEE OFF TO THE ELDER MEANS OF COMMUNICATION:

Lots of mass in front of my office! A complete silent for my service! My name will be only in the archives! Yes, i am your earliest companion telegraph spent my whole life in conveying your messages faster than post since 160 years. I have done my work sincerely without any complicated delay or mistake from my origin since 1850. I was there for you, when there was even no evidence or imagination of your so called mobile or computers. I was the one who gave you the best and worst news of your life before the time gets up. Sometimes the people used to feel fierce and terrified with my arrival. During those times of carrying over the worst news, i have even being the muted eye witness for their tears by recieving those hot painful drops on my face. I am proud of being the one, who even carried the happiest news of Indian independence throughout the country with the messages of greatest freedom fighters. I have even witnessed the happiest moments of conveying your job appointments and child births. The technology got improved and now no1 can just imagine of waiting for a day for me to get their news in this competative era. Consequently, the telecom department, who was my caretaker has given up my responsibility because of huge losses with my failure and finally decided to terminate my service. As a result, huge number of my fans gathered in front of my central telecom office at Cubon park in the capital city Bangalore. Many gave me a warm see off with their poems and displayed my history by showing their old recieved telegram cards. But what about the people who were filling their stomach by depending upon me? Obviously! The agents and telegram delivery boys are certainly became blank now because of my closure. The people who recieved their first happy and sad news even shed their tears for me. But what to do! Every good thing has to meet its end one day or the other and now its my turn. The most and the last painful event of my life is that i am only carrying out the message of my own death as "TELEGRAM IS DEAD", which was sent by one of my fan to their companion. The next generation can see me only in their history texts. In spite of my mistakes and few delayed delivery, i believe that'r i have completely done my work and spent my 160 years of life span for and by the Indians. However. An elderly historical technology has thus finished its life with a fabulous lifetime achievement, which may not be done by any of the modern technology. Because, gone are the days of having a material since birth till death. Now we are in the days of post modernization, where the technical device bought on Sunday will be in the dustbin on monday. In such a context, the historical work of telegraphic service is really unforgetable, a warm good bye to the telegram.