My mobile gently weeps.....
I gave one last look to my mobile, atleast i thought i gave one. I had bought it from Sangeetha, no not any girl, its a pretty famous mogile galleria in Bangalore. On its 30 th anniversary. I saw the ad again in TOI, Sangeetha and its 31st anniversary sale.It was then i gave my mobile a last look, atleast i thought i gave one.
I had nothing against my mobile, only everybody else had something against it. Hardly would anybody call my mobile, making it more and more silent everyday. Already my mobile was depressed by the fact that it it had a mono(tonic) sound when the others featured those phony ones with all the jingles and stuff. And when those colored ones came at the same prices as mine my mobile went astray and was inconsolable. Be it any party or an outing or even in my friends' presence hardly would my mobile get out from my pockets. Even after my consoling and cajoling, little did it appear in public. My mobile's social life was totally fucked up making it sullen and sad.
There used to be times when my mobile would be so sad that hardly would it consume any charge. We had to forcefully make it charge so that it atleast survives. But once after a long trip to Coorg where my mobile couldnt get any charge for 3 days on a stretch, it learnt the importance of a charge.
As i write this blog i take one final look , this time its certain, at my mobile.I couldnt bear to see it lying silently and looking at me with those sad eyes. I know its my fault. I know its because of me its not called upon. I know i am the root cause.
'I need to go', i felt my mobile telling me. Yes ,sure it deserved to go. And sure enough I will let it go. After this one year association or rather bonding.
Atleast its going to be happy, adorning somebody else's pocket, ringing, singing, happy...for quite some time to come.
And as far as I am concerned, I wouldnt be able to live life without my mobile,though silent it was. I will probably start visiting those shady and dingy street phones again, to quench my thirst. I would still roam , alone, disconnected...........
I had nothing against my mobile, only everybody else had something against it. Hardly would anybody call my mobile, making it more and more silent everyday. Already my mobile was depressed by the fact that it it had a mono(tonic) sound when the others featured those phony ones with all the jingles and stuff. And when those colored ones came at the same prices as mine my mobile went astray and was inconsolable. Be it any party or an outing or even in my friends' presence hardly would my mobile get out from my pockets. Even after my consoling and cajoling, little did it appear in public. My mobile's social life was totally fucked up making it sullen and sad.
There used to be times when my mobile would be so sad that hardly would it consume any charge. We had to forcefully make it charge so that it atleast survives. But once after a long trip to Coorg where my mobile couldnt get any charge for 3 days on a stretch, it learnt the importance of a charge.
As i write this blog i take one final look , this time its certain, at my mobile.I couldnt bear to see it lying silently and looking at me with those sad eyes. I know its my fault. I know its because of me its not called upon. I know i am the root cause.
'I need to go', i felt my mobile telling me. Yes ,sure it deserved to go. And sure enough I will let it go. After this one year association or rather bonding.
Atleast its going to be happy, adorning somebody else's pocket, ringing, singing, happy...for quite some time to come.
And as far as I am concerned, I wouldnt be able to live life without my mobile,though silent it was. I will probably start visiting those shady and dingy street phones again, to quench my thirst. I would still roam , alone, disconnected...........
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2:51 AM
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