Stayin connected with Nokia 1100

I'm committed ... to my phone ... its seen the best and worst days of my life ... its seen my moods swing from joy to anger ... its brought me lots of friends ... given me plenty of successful dates ... and also makes my entire family fume on me all the time.

I am real fast when it comes to typing messages. No I aint bragging, but I have surprised myself. I have mastered the art of typing with one hand, watching the TV and typing, and even typin messages with the mobile inside my pocket. But I have no idea what my typing speed is.

You should check out my keypad. Its a museum-piece, an exhibit for every curious looker. Its nothing but a white sheet of rubber. All markings have vanished. Its become so white, it resembles one of those white T-shirts in the Tide Detergent advertisement. Nobody even have a clue which button is to be pressed when my cell beeps. In a way, thats good, no one dare touches my cell-phone, and my balance remains safe.

And heck !! The mobile has seen some accidents too, fallen from the second floor, bashed against the wall, used as a hammer by my nephew, and god knows how many times my dad has sat on it ... it still continues to serve me faithfully ... and the moment it beeps ... I know ... my next date is fixed !!