Story of a cell-phone

It takes a lot of time for me to adapt to fast-changing lifestyles. When the entire world was bidding good riddance to Britney Spears and her falling marriages...I began to realize that her songs are good to hear. I have seen people faint when they come to know that I haven't ever seen Bryan Adams...let alone hear his songs. By the time I begin to talk about Shakira and her hip-dances, she perhaps would have passed away.

I got a Nokia 1100 whereas today's kids believe that it was a cell-phone used by Neanderthal man. I never needed a cell-phone until I realized I was missing lots of classes. At college, time-sense is really bad. Lecturers schedule classes by just sending an sms to a few students before their bed-time and expect them to be present at the scheduled time next day. I would walk stylishly to college, neatly dressed, oiled and combed hair, only to realize I have missed 2 classes already.

Our Head of Department was really proud of me for not possessing a cell-phone. She said I was a very rare item, an antiquity, a museum-piece. Yeah....right !!

I explained my pitiful state to my brother and sister in law, who finally realized it was time for me to walk around with a cell-phone. "777 messages a month. Thats' huge, what would I do with so many messages?" I said looking at my Hutch Plan. The following month, I had exhausted all messages, with still 2 weeks to spare. Those were terrible 2 weeks I spent.

I get all sorts of messages. What am I expected to do when my cell wakes me up at 6 am and all I see is a good morning message which also goes onto say some crap stuff about life and goals and success and friendship. Friendship and love messages are pathetic, coz its forwarded without any changes to millions of people. "Pass this onto 12 people and you'll get good luck. Do not neglect" messages are even more disgusting, and those people who actually do it need to be shot at sight !! If our futures would be decided by sending sms(es), why are all my friends who send such messages still single (when the sms makes romantic promises) ?

But this cell-phone thing is a part and parcel of life. Its a pet. Comes with you wherever you go to. Sometimes it is too noisy, sometimes it sits silently. Glare at it for a long time and you are sure to get some message (its worked for me several times). I still do not know my cell number; I owe a lot to these phones coz it bought me a first date. Lets see what wonders this phone would do !!