Apr 11, 2012

Cellphone Story

I bought a new cellphone last month. The newly acquired one was not of my old usual kinds; but with its touch screen facilities, and android type options, you could really call it a gadget, with a capital G. I found it at the city’s busiest shopping mall, after a thorough search through newspaper ads, and after sharpening my ears for expert opinions. But before going to buy it, I had a plan to discuss the shopkeeper about some exchange options. If my existing cell phone, which had only some minor facilities, and which was cheaper, would help me to earn a few rupees, I would have thought about giving it to him to get the new cell phone at a price slightly (or greatly) lowered from its normal market price. Moreover, I didn’t find any reason in keeping that old cellphone with me when I was going to purchase an advanced one.

With these thoughts in mind, I set off during that hot noon time aiming that particular shop located in one of the busiest malls in my current city; and yes, exactly on my sincere bike!  But while approaching the destination, meters by meters, I found myself fallen in a deep pit of hesitation. Should I exchange my old cell phone, for just a few rupees, which could make only a minor sum, comparing to the fairly bigger amount that I was going to pay for the new one? The existing phone, though was an old one and was one of the cheapest ones of the whole lot of mobiles when it was bought, had been with me for nearly two years, giving me company often in my isolation, and in my private moments. I used to take a snap wherever I went or whoever I met, using its low quality camera, to keep a record of the time and places that I transited. These thoughts put my mind in a deep state of confusion, because of this particular kind of emotional attachment I used to share with any inanimate thing which I come into contact with for somewhat long period of time. But, the wheels of destiny led me without any breakage in my forward momentum till I reached the cellphone shop.
I asked the shopkeeper about a possible exchange option. He took my cell phone and scrutinized it for a moment by turning it over and over again. “Let me see”, he mused and went to another man who was sitting in one of the corners of the shop. I became very disturbed about the thought of a probable parting with my old device. He soon returned, and gave it me back, saying that it couldn’t be exchanged, because its inner parts were soaked. 

I sighed with relief, silently thanking to my one year old bike journey from Trivandrum to Cochin wetting in the rain all the way through some 200 kilometers. It was during that journey, my old cell phone had soaked wet in that rain, and thus became unusable for any shop owner who sought second hand cell phones.

Now, that old cell phone is thrown carelessly to one of the corners of my room, and is happily resting there while maintaining an old emotional, invisible, telepathic attachment with its master, like in the olden days.

14 comments:

  1. thanks tomz bhai 4 those consoling words..and sorry for late reply.just returned to sharjah..am really touched..will stay connected:)

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    1. hello rameshji. i am very happy fr being able to exchange with you a few words f consolation during ur time od irreparable loss. thanks

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  2. From the safety point of view its said that one should not hand over the old phone to anyone as there will always be some of your personal data in it which could be misused.

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    1. that also i came to think of, haddock. thanks for your comment

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  3. Yes, I can understand the attachment to an old gadget. These things become a part of our lives and then they take on a life of their own. My husband wants to go for an exchange offer with our car and buy a new one. But I dont want to because we had such happy outings in this car..!

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    1. hello meera
      i agree with you. even my friend commented seeing me spending more time with my cell phone that, 'it became like a friend to you'
      i can understand ur attachment with ur car

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  4. "Kids are indeed imaginative and illustrative than any adult and they
    can literally shock u for their skill of understanding things that
    might have gone abv our head...loll!!!

    Hey Tomz, thanks for this post...u gave me an idea on wht shd I write
    next...naturally, my son and his ideas..."

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    1. Hello jzt,
      Thanks, but i think this comment should have posted below my previous chapter. thanks anyway

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  5. I love your style of writing, Tomz: "The wheels of destiny led me without any breakage in my forward momentum." Reading one of your stories is like sitting down in the shade and savoring a favorite ice cream treat.

    Sometimes I wonder who indeed is the master--the person or the phone? When my phone calls to me, I always obey it; I plug it in and recharge it immediately when it starts beeping; and I carry it with me wherever I go.

    So, do you like your new phone? Is it better than the old one?

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    1. hello w2w,
      thank you so much and very sorry for this late reply. you are the one who gives me moral support always in my writing 'attempts'.

      yeah and u also feel a kind of servitude towards ur phone? the new phone is good. i am using it to type and post this comment. thank u once again..

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  6. your literaturre style is very stylish and very very good ... best wishes....

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  7. Amazing how quickly these gadgets age, sadly I find myself hardly able to keep up.

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    1. oh petty witter,
      oh we should be happy about that. because u age slowlier..

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