My mobile phone dilemma
I hate myself today. I hate myself bad. I did nothing wrong, still I was forced to become a part of the crowd. For so many years now, I have resisted being an idiot carrying a mobile phone ready to be caught by anyone from anywhere for a talk. I had my privacy for the few moments I went outside the house for a fun on off-days and I had no one to bother me. Coz I was free from the PITA called a mobile phone. Not now. I did nothing, asked for nothing. And dad bought me a mobile phone. Apparently for no particular reason. The best he could give me was that, since the normal phone connection will still take some time, we need something to stay in touch. We mean mom, me and dad. But this now means 3-4 days. After that I am stuck. I am stuck with this piece of technological menace. I am stuck with a 3 inch tall device which renders me powerless on late nights out of the home from any calls from mom. It renders me traceable anywhere I go. It renders me less of a man I was. It renders me helpless.
It sucks more for me, coz had I bought a set for myself; I would have gone for a model that would have helped me do other stuff that I like. Like a mobile with a camera or a mobile with a FM/MP3 player. But I end up with the usual choice of a typical Nokia phone. Girlish pink in color, it shouts for a redress. And it shall get one as soon as I find an official Nokia shop.
Message for the people who would be more than happy to hear this news…
DON ‘T MESS WITH ME. It still has a shut down button.
Samrat: Now you are not the only one who will suffer. I am now with you.
