Fantasy and Innovation

Yesterday, invented a new story for my kid where in a toy shop has everything 'magic'. 



* The entrance steps of the toy shop are made of Piano, and makes music

* The welcoming security guard, the person who offers juice, and the supporting personnel are all toys

* The lift within in the shop is again a toy room and not real lift

* The real lift is a dinosaur where people can climb and slide on its body

* The magic cap unwinds itself to an umbrella on a button press on the wrist watch

* The magic Goggles runs video of  Dora The Explorer and Chotta Bheem on each of the eye panels

* The pair of shoes helps one run like a car with voice commands: START, STOP, GO, SLOW, FAST



Though it came an instant invention of sequence of ideas, when put together as a story, my kid asked for a repeat almost 5 times in less than 24 hours.



This reminds me of how Polaroid camera was invented.



"Can I see the pictures, Daddy?" asked the three-year old daughter of Edwin Land in 1944. The Land family had been vacationing in Santa Fe, New Mexico. Edwin had taken pictures of the family at one of Santa Fe's tourist attractions. His daughter wanted to see the pictures right away. Edwin tried to explain to his daughter that the film had to be developed in a special place called a dark room. He told her the negatives had to be printed on special paper before they could be seen. This process usually took several days to complete. He saw his daughter's disappointment. Edwin Land used her disappointment as the inspiration for his next invention. That led to research of Polaroid Camera.







Will my story fantasies will lead to new inventions; some must be already in Japan, I guess.

Nayeem & Hot Tea

A short story outline





During my college days, I met a postman Nayeem who came from a poor family. I wanted to help him with his career. He was aspiring for clerical role, so he expressed that he wanted support for his clerical exams. I agreed but for a monthly fee of Rs.25 so that there would be a commitment from both the sides. The tuition happened in his house which is too small. He, his wife and a 3 year old baby girl. The highlight of every day session was the strong tea which was served in a small ever-silver tumbler. After the hot strong tea, I used to sweat. Nayeem was thin and tall and had a very long face. Nayeem was too weak

in the arithmetics that I used to goto basics sometimes. Nayeem passed his exams and also gave sweets. After several years, I am meeting two guys in my liife - one person is a telephone service guy in a MNC and another is a watchman. My soft attitude towards Nayeem is reflected on these two guys also. Both are poor, can-speak-Tamil. Another thing that reminds me of Nayeem is the strong tea served in short tumblers in Darshinis. When I visit my native next time, I look forward to meet Nayeem.