Friday, September 4, 2009
If only there was a ‘HORRIFIER CUP’, I was deemed to win it. My recent experience of losing my mobile phone was a tryst with my nemesis.
I repeated to myself that it is impossible for some one to be so attached to a non-living thing and it did not conform to the norms of a basic livelihood. I was evidently paralyzed and was in a shambolic mess.
For the first time I realized that my portable mobile goddess was a way of life. I couldn’t live a sane life without my phone. It all started from the morning, where I over slept because I did not have an alarm and carried on throughout the day . I had a perpetual grim on my face as I could not listen to music early morning and I had to endure my grandma’s ’you don’t get up at 3 in the morning’ remarks.
If I did not understand the meaning of a complex word in the Hindu editorial, I usually reach out to my phone as it has a dictionary. The whole process of searching a word in the dictionary seemed too tedious and I eventually lost the will and in a way, the energy to constantly refer the dictionary. Therefore, I stopped reading.. I couldn’t Google various concepts I did not understand and was left blank in a couple of seminars and failed to keep in pace with my CAT classes. I failed to remember birthdays of friends, keep up appointments and a number of other works. I could not reach out to my phone to seek some solace in lecturers who froze time and to those special ones who have the innate capability to reverse and control time. I felt horribly disconnected and awfully miserable. It was the worst week of my life, where life seemed all too harsh to deal with.
It made me wonder the extent of dependency on technology and how I would fail if a small object of it were altered.
Oh, I almost forgot, I could not make any calls. (Ironically, that’s the only actual need of a mobile phone)