By Ashvini Ranjan
Why would anyone want to paint his gate red other than the Post Office? I have painted it the brightest of red colour, not out of love for the colour but out of exasperation, annoyance and anger. Let me explain. I live at Door No.31, Jayalakshmipuram 6th Main, 3rd Block. This is also called BSNL Road. The only person who comes to my house based on the postal address is the Postman. To every other person, I have to provide landmarks, distance from the Main Road, number of gates to pass by, identification marks of my residence etc. Obviously, you will be wondering what is the big deal when each house has a door number. Unfortunately, that is the big deal. My Municipal Door Number is 31. In the normal course, the neighbouring houses should be either 32 or 30. Either in the ascending order or descending depending on which direction a person is coming. But if my neighbour’s houses on either side is 21 and 39, defying all logic, how do you find 31. The door number of the house at the beginning of my street is No.9 and my number becomes 31 after three houses. Two houses after mine is 50. The three decades I have lived here, I am still not familiar with numbering of houses on my own street. I have faced embarrassing situations when people have sought my help to locate addresses on my own street. A friend of mine quipped that people living in 3rd Block Jayalakshmipuram will live longer as even Lord Yama, God of Death, will not find people whose time is up, if he came searching based on door numbers ! Wait a minute, that is not the end of my tormented story. Door numbers are supposed to be unique and cannot be repeated, at least on the same street. To my dismay, there is another 31 few metres down the road, adding to the confusion. I function as a part-time Postman whenever letters to the other 31 is delivered to me. One cannot imagine such incompetence in a land of great engineers and administrators like Sir M. Visvesvaraya and Sir Mirza Ismail, pioneers in city planning. We all remember not long ago, the good old system of visiting shops to procure our necessities. We bought what we needed. With the advent of the internet, physical shopping is gradually being replaced by online shopping. Thanks to the Amazons, Flipkarts, Big Baskets and the like. We are buying goods by ordering online and delivered at our doorstep. More often than not, buying items what we would ordinarily not buy while physically shopping. Postal services have been replaced by courier services. My problem has just got worse. Now the number of vendors, delivery boys, courier services have dramatically increased and they have started calling on the mobile asking for directions to the house. I become their guide till however long it takes for them to find my house. Needless to say, the annoyance of this navigation services often leads to big debates in the house whether we are buying non-essential items, which makes me a telephone operator and a sign post.
