Two One Double Zero Speaks

For a change, this time the blogger lets me speak, maybe because his friends and co workers are circumspect about having a conversation with him and he has ran out of topics. He shamelessly publishes all that he hears and speaks in his blog, perhaps, as he has written, it’s his way of celebrating life and the best impressions of life reach him when he is with his friends…But its necessary sometimes, to look at you through someone else’s eyes to know more about yourself!

Usually, we mobiles never speak….or never get a chance to speak…even though lot is being spoken through us…we have always remained silent…. talkatively silent, I would say! I am the blogger’s mobile or ex-mobile, now…I have been with my owner for the last 4 years…and I have seen life unfolding in and around me, not only my owners life but many lives….I have witnessed different shades and seasons of life…

Before I came to the owners hand I was jailed for almost a year without any address….the owner’s mom felt that he should clear all his arrears and then only he is worthy enough to own me…it was the most distinguished honour I ever got ! but I don’t think I deserved it…after 1 year of sentence I was set free and I met my owner…perhaps his mother realized that the owner wont be using me for another 4 years if he was to clear all his arrears…and by that time I will be nearing retirement, she was right though! And hence I got the 10 numeral address in 2005 and the owner began feeding me with charge. It was his final year at college and knowing my owners character I thought I wouldn’t have to work so much…but I was wrong!

I was late by 1 year for launch and slightly old fashioned then itself, but the owner never treated me like that, he was as excited to see me as he was seeing some show stopper…even though I don’t sing and wink, he never felt it as a limitation. What matters is, how well one uses what is available and my owner was good at it, even if he wasn’t at times, he was smart enough to know the ones who knew how to make use of the available resources….

Pardon me if I am causing confusion or if I sound a bit gizmo, I am quite unaware of the way how you humans appreciate literature, all I got to see these 4 years was texting which never really needs grammar or spelling, but I have also come across messages which were poems sometimes, anger sometimes, laughter sometimes, disappointment sometimes, break up sometimes, relief sometimes and love sometimes. I have seen the blush, the shyness and the skip of heart beat occasionally.

There were few among us , the 36 24 36 models who could sing for hours on end and wink on the click on a G spot and then the impressions in front will be imprinted on their brain and sometimes in the respective owner’s heart…but they never gave me any competition ! Strange it would sound, but it was because of the person my owner was and the kind of friends he had.

During final year he used to recharge the sim as you would say, or feed my brain I would say, regularly but then he had no one but his mom and dad to call…so initially I had not much of work but then the owner was too much involved in his friends’ matters and he used to do conditional feeding or, offer recharges in your lingo and give me away to his friends and that’s when I came across life unfolding in different colours. I was colour blind but I could feel this irony called life, that you humans think is the ultimate truth, unfolding through me as messages and conversations and songs and abuses and smileys….

The owner’s roomie at the hostel used me more than the owner, but I never got to hear any romance in his calls and his messages weren’t particularly flowery either…

I got to knew that this roomie has had his time when I was still in prison…and now he is kind of retired or taken time off, that’s why the romance part was absent…

This roomie was known to be a charmer, chick-charmer as we mobiles say. If I had arrived earlier may be I would have been of help but it was a quadrilateral, I wont say a love quadrilateral, perhaps a quadrilateral of misunderstandings between friends…even though the angle of inclination was more between roomie and the girl, roomie deliberately disassociated himself from the quadrilateral…but he was hurt badly…and so was the girl…

These humans, when they follow their hearts they hardly listen to their brain and when these hearts get hurt, it gets so afraid that it never dares to manipulate the human again, its so afraid of getting hurt again…and the brain takes over and heart stops wishing again, it keeps suppressing the desires, its so insecure and this causes immense suffering in the human that owns this heart…

Thank god we mobiles don’t have a heart to listen to…these humans, even though they appear strong and intelligent outside, when it comes to the matter of their hearts, how fragile they become!

I got to hear the roomie’s story from messages and conversations between him and his female friend. When the heart gets hurt, the brain finds new pastures for the humans to go about! But the heart doesn’t get involved easily in such cases or never gets involved in some cases. The heart and brain do have their clashes of ego. How strange! The way we mobiles and Sims work in harmony, it will be a fact to envy at for you humans!

At night, owners another friend used to take me away…and then I will have to bear the scent of cigarette and at times that of vodka and rum…I hate it actually, but we always remain silent, culpably silent I would say this time. But I won’t blame him, the girl he thought to be his had another boyfriend. His romance was one sided and never really took off. But thank god, both of them were more interested in talking than texting…what you guys call the keypad, had started to wear out and my owner kept replacing the case with a new one…how ridiculous! When you humans face this wear and tear, that’s what you do?

The owner never really got any, so called, interest generating messages…usually Airtel sent him messages asking him to fill money…and he used to do it, more often than not for his friends…he is a useless idiot, I would say, when it comes to his matters… always angry and never really bothers to understand girls or the delicacies and vagaries associated with their mind… and hence Airtel sends him more messages than anyone else…

Even after the unsuccessful one sided story I never really experienced rest…there were other takers with two sided stories to tell…

Even though this guy had a mobile of his own, he used to come to my owner and borrow me for a day or two at times for the free offers! He as well as his mobile was spoiled effluent brats.

Theirs was a 2 sided romance, that’s were I learned a good amount of literature from! but later I got to hear from owner and his other friends’ messages that it didn’t last long… after college this friend was so confused as to how to take this romance further and abandoned her …

And he was smart enough to find solace in fag and booze and brave enough to put the blame on her and escape from himself! Escapisms, the strangest of them would be escaping from oneself!

He didn’t abandon his mobile though, sometimes we are more fortunate…fortunate than few of those humans around…

Towards the end of his final year the owner used to insert different sims on me, thank god we are immune to many of those diseases unlike humans! And there were takers for all these Sims. One of his close friends had a story going on, which was part romance part time pass, stretching into the late nights, when I used to bathe in the moonlight and shiver in the December mist…He used to use a different sim for a different miss !

And then there was this girl who used to take liberties to finish the offer recharges in one day and also trespass into the talktime of the owner! She was so genuine and the owner never said no to her liberties only because of the genuineness she showed towards her romance, but the guy on the other end wasn’t genuine, perhaps it was his own talktime that he was using! Later I got to hear that, this story too ended without any trumpets being blown.

My owner has had many telephonic interviews which I have been through, and he used to screw all of them and used to put the blame on me and the sim….Guys are all alike when it comes to escapisms!

And now I have been plutoed and the owner has one of those sexy models which can sing and wink but he doesn’t have anyone now to send messages or to focus at to wink! Airtel is back to fill his inbox again, Cinderella becomes Cinderella again! That’s the irony that the owner’s life has been all along…now I have reached older fingers. Half of the day I am anesthetized, or switched off in your slang. My case doesn’t get hurt any longer.

I don’t have any stories that ended well to tell, perhaps I am cursed, I hope the new model will script many stories of success, if not for others atleast for the owner, because I always had more stories to tell about others than his.

Few days back he had caused the greatest insult that I have been through and then I knew the time has come to leave these fingers…it was not an insult actually he was just being factual. When one of his friends took me and checked me out, he whispered that this damn thing that I am, is not worthy to be shown to friends, not fit to be displayed among those sleek chicks which his friends possessed…perhaps he didn’t mean to say it, that’s why he whispered ! I am hopeful that the new mobile and its features will help him to shift his focus away from the recent break up he has had. The mind creates such self made elbow crutches to walk without limping…….

There are few stories about the owner worth scripting but I don’t want to share them here, this is my space and I am more or less like him, doesn’t like to play our own music!

But what is a mobiles story with out few quotes and unquotes, to say the least…..?

Vinod: Dood…. How you doing?

“Hey, whats up…I am...…crawling back to life.”

Vinod: Dood….I know how it feels, break up is not easy to deal with, but it’s not impossible to deal with.

“It appears nothing short of impossible now”

Vinod: Anyways, I rang to tell you something else, Our Alex’s dad just passed away. Cardiac Arrest.

“Oh, that’s shocking. Only yesterday, I had talked to Alex and he was sounding perfectly happy. Unexpected”

Vinod: Dood…we need to go, he needs us now

“Yes, yes…I understand, I am ok, I will start in the late night train, see you at his home, be there before the cremation.”

And he went to see Alex and his late Father. When compared to this adversity, his break up doesn’t appear an adversity at all. A bigger crisis always helps you to see through smaller ones…To make a line in the black board look smaller the best way is to draw a bigger line next to it! Perhaps, my owner was benefited by the tragedy at his friend’s home!

Few days later…

“Dood….I now have a new mobile “

Vinod: What did u do with the old one? Donated to some museum?

“Yeah, donated it to something as old as a museum! Dood, as you know, I am emotionally attached to it, not me alone, all those who have used it for atleast 2 days are not going to forget it! The 2100 was like my sibling for the last 4 years, for how many stories it has been the silent partner! I can’t just give it away like that, my mom is using it now. After 4 years, the vibrator won’t shiver It as it used to! “