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Thursday, February 09, 2006

things u own.. end up owning u.. - tyler! "fight club"

here's a note on one of my pet toys.. my mobile phone..
he's got a name as given to him by the guys who made him. his 'Creator' if u may call him so.. the name is Nokia 3315. Relic model for those who love the communication bandwidth and believe that their life revolves around hypocritically staying in touch with people they like in a way that is artificial and created for us by other Creators.
Back in the old days, love would have been conveyed by scratching each others backs, growling and purring or by picking lice. But in the new days, its done by sending messages in languages that are clones of the original (from more Creators), sending mails and abusing bandwidth further.
I give a fuck about technology! Wherein lies the harmony that I share with my ante-diluvian cellphone..cell phone.. mobile phone.. like I said.. I give a fuck as to what u call it! Bluetooth? Yeah right!
Here are the characteristics that define my mobile phone!
1. He has no display of the numbers, letters or any other characters - If he were to be personified, my mobile phone would be like Poseidon.. the god of water..occupying the shape that the last guy who held him was shaped like.. there are no letters on my cellphone.. just the remnants of something wonderfully etched in ink with the hope that it would be permanent .. screw consumer courts
2. he vibrates ... coz he makes no sound.. my nokia 3315 lost his voice around the time Iraq lost the war to US.. all he does now is vibrate like a timid rabbit held by its ears close to a person's heart.. posing for a photo that is captured in 9 milli seconds by a camera, but lasting in that pose for a good 45 seconds, coz the guy with the camera is human. Some IC is gone for a toss they said. and can't be fixed.. glad!
3. Lost display on screen - He's got a mind of his own.. visible only at times.. simple things tick him off and he gets lost.. things like too much pressure in the left pocket of my trousers.. things like a call he might have got from someone who is listed with him... but i understand the display absence. Its at times like this that one makes his heart hard.. and I do so by typing out messages without knowing what's coming up. Because I know him like the back of my hand. I know the next combination of letters that would pop up if i press '*' another time and choose the next option my dictionary gives.. like I said.. The Fuck I care!
Would i part with him? no way... coz he is like me.. much more than what is described in points 1 - 3.
Finland rocks!

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