5 May 2004
Mobile Blues
I have finally joined the ranks of 'Mobile phone lost-ee'. In a muddled, hazy moment I found myself bereft of my singularly most important possession.And as all victims inevitably do, I'm suffering from 'post traumatic stress disorder'. Those agonizing moments of denial, acceptance..and oh, I forget the rest of the phases. I think this is one of those 'episodes' in your life that cause lasting damage to your psyche-leaves you 'scarred-for life' and surfaces in the confines of a therapists armchair at some point. Sigh!A moment of an all-too-brief insight tells me that the value of a mobile phone can be wholly felt ONLY once you've lost it.That too to some loser to whom the names in your address book mean nothing more than an extract out of an alphabetically arranged 'Name Book.' To someone who'll think nothing of ripping out the sweet little 'memory chip'(pun intended on the 'memory' bit) that has been faithfully pulsing life into your otherwise isolated life. It's amazing what a humbling experience it is to lose that pint-sized instrument. For example, you might as well be saying mental good-bye's to the poor souls who's identities you trusted to your phone book.A quick search in your age-old 'hand-written' diaries will reveal that you have no other living records of all those people.Makes you wish you kept one of those neat little floral diaries by the telephone and had neatly printed peoples name, addresses, phone numbers, and 'neighbours numbers in 'case of emergencies'. Well, this is an emergency and I have no hotline to call, no neighbours number for damage control. What worsens the heart-ache is the sight of the lonely charger, hanging on the wall in anticipation.You poor thing- sniff..never shall you experience the joys of...well, whatever the joy is you feel when you're plugged into the bottom of a cell phone! Well...he's gone now-my faithful 24/7 companion for life..whisked away by some shady, greasy haired, middle-man for underhand cell phone deals...may he lose his fingers for excessive sms-ing. Oh!Btw, I think the last phase of this predicament is 'venting out' and wishing the death of the perpetuator. I feel better now..but the faint strain of the 'Walk of Life' ring tone from the neghbour's window brings on the nostalgia...and my ear burns up with jealousy.
Current Mood: Angry
Current Music: Sweet Lullaby-Deep Forest
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