Well I don’t really associate myself with epithets like being tech-savvy or a gadget freak but I do feel honoured enough to be the proud owner of the ultra-ingenious device which has been with me through the thickest and the thinnest of time that I have been through. This blog is nothing but a sincere effort to pay homage and shower encomiums on my companion of the good and the bad times, my Cell Phone.
Though almost 5 years have passed since I first saw this masterpiece and decided to buy it, the feeling which gripped me over as soon as I became its possessor continues to exist till date without the slightest decrease in the intensity. It was the slimmest of the set that I had ever seen and I almost fell in love with the orange coloured backlight that lit up the cell phone keys as soon as I pressed any button. Though many would argue that my cell phone did not possess the R-World feature that most of the Reliance phones did feature at that time but I would say that I never really required R-World. I wanted something handy, compact, neat, cheap and useable and my cell phone was the perfect blend of everything almost an apotheosis of Perfection. Today in the age of Nokia’s N-series and E-series cell phones, Samsung’s Metal series phones with features that would dwarf out any existing laptop for the matter of fact, I would any time prefer My Cell Phone just because I can easily associate the “MY” thing with it.
I am well aware of the comments that people very often pass on looking at its moribund, dilapidated, decrepit condition, things like its in a state of coma and requires an ICU, that I should dispose it off, buy something new, latest, ornate, flashy with state-of-the-art technology, why am I busting my head with this antiquated piece of dabba which even couldn’t withstand the pressure of 4 missed calls and gets switched off at the blink of an eye and blah blah.....indifference is my inveterate repartee to all such ingenuine comments. It won’t be an exaggeration to say that a continuous string of emotions runs through my heart and connects me to the circuitry of my cell phone. I remember the day when I lost it for the first time. I called up my mommy to tell her about the unfortunate incident and the reaction that came from the other side was astounding. My mother was elated to hear that. She said nothing better could happen than this, and if it wasn’t going to happen one way it happened the other way. My sister called me up and no hii or a hello the first question “Which one are you going to buy this time?”. It felt like the nature conspired against me to part me with my dearest cell phone, but feelings are indomitable and true feelings are indeed insurmountable. The next day I somehow found it back and the memories of the happy reunion are still vivid before my eyes.
I know that its condition is getting worst from worse with the passing time, but the fact that it’s still rendering the desired services is praiseworthy and worth mentioning. The fact that in its present shape its requirement of 24hrs of charging for half an hour of battery life might raise many questions on its resourcefulness but having done so much for me in the past 5 years I gleefully disqualify all arguments that are made against it and just hope that My Good Old Friend continues to serve me in the same way that it has done for so many years. Lastly, when it dies I won’t dispose it off or just throw it away but I have special plans for it, plans that would make my companion a non-living legend !!
