Posted on September 28th, 2006 at 3:57 am by tt
Let’s observe a moment’s silence in memory of my latest piece of misfortune. The demise of my Cell/Mobile phone. I ‘lost’ it. I didn’t exactly lose it like it was in my pocket where is it. I knew where it was but not where it is now. I distinctly remember reminding myself to pick it up off the sports desk table. I distinctly remember making a note of its location under two press releases which I had shuffled to see if the one from Prime College was there. But as it is with me I forgot to do what I told myself to do. As is always the case with me I managed to let something that I HAD to do slip. And the result no more cell phone.
Me and this one go long back. It is in fact the second one I have lost.
Now what? I tried calling it a lot. I suspect those people that come to clean up our floor at 6 am. The one who had got it neither picked up the call nor did he/she cancel the call. Maybe as Saraswoti didi at our reception suggested the picker did not know how to. But finally some help must have come their way and it just got switched off probably to stop getting irritated by the Crystal Planet tone from my home phone number. So now nearly all hope is lost. I will have a talk with the leader of the group and tell him that I want it back, no questions asked and some ‘reward’ in it. Which will not be as much as the cell costs but will be substantial.
The equipment is old and was probably a nakkali: it was very slow, prone to hanging and giving a lot of Application Error messages. It definitely was high time I got another one. But what it had was a lot. Yeap all those phone numbers. Losing a set is like losing your life. All those contacts. I have none now. Now I have to wait for them to call me to get connected back. And maybe they never will. So what do I do if I want to get connected? Sometimes looking at the phone book would give tell me that I needed to call them? Now that’s gone too.
Then there were the notes, story ideas. They are gone.
But the biggest loss are the smss. All those memories. I am a hoarder and have saved even the smallest sms from my closest and my loves and my tragedies. The cell was my line to my past. To remind myself of the moments when those memories were generated. I had put a separate folder for Monika and LG. I always planned for them to go into my autobiography and anything I wrote, if I ever came to writing. Like everyone else I have always believed that I was destined for greater greatness. And most of the time I wanted to believe that it was through books. Writing them ofcourse.
I had thought my string of bad luck had ended three days ago. I have to write about my string of bad luck but have not gone past the lead “A month to go”… Mr Selfchrsitianed UNfinished business at my best. But maybe it’s a sign to let go of the past. hmmm
I will let this one go unfinished as well hoping to continue it later today.
chao
(to be continued…………………..hopefully)
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sorry to here that you have lost your mobile.
Comment by URFren — September 29, 2006 @ 3:54 am