At any other point of time I wouldn’t get so vexed had it been any other gadget. After years of experience, I had finally come to some consensus with myself that ‘technology’ and ‘me’ were probably not meant for each other. As absurd as this may sound, it doesn’t change the reality that we both just don’t seem to get along quite well.
Anyways, now that this happened with me not for the first, but second time and the fact that I had no backup plans (this time either), made me act really BIZARRE - to an extent that I remembered Arthur Weasley's words, “Never trust anything that can think for itself, if you can't see where it keeps its brain..” – Was he talking in context of the cell phone?! Hell Yes, I convinced myself.
Talking about my phone - it was one of the high-end phones which had umpteen number of features one could ask for (courtesy – Dad, a gadget buff).
However, for the weirdo that I am, I never really used it for what it was meant to be. I almost always forgot that I had a camera built in my phone. (Result- must have missed capturing a hundred moments of my life.) Music I had, but never carried headphones along. And when with me, it was always lying somewhere in the middle of everything. I always treated it more as a necessity than my need.
Talking about my phone - it was one of the high-end phones which had umpteen number of features one could ask for (courtesy – Dad, a gadget buff).
However, for the weirdo that I am, I never really used it for what it was meant to be. I almost always forgot that I had a camera built in my phone. (Result- must have missed capturing a hundred moments of my life.) Music I had, but never carried headphones along. And when with me, it was always lying somewhere in the middle of everything. I always treated it more as a necessity than my need.
They say, “It’s only when you lose something that you understand its true value in your life..” Sounds cliché right?! But it does ring a bell.
And yeah, it holds true for even the most non-existent, seemingly replaceable parts of your life.
It’s only when my phone got bugged that I realized how much it meant to me. I was so busy convincing myself that I was no nomophobic that I didn’t realize when it became such an imperitive part of my life. Though I rarely used its ‘highlighted’ features, I did use its basics. It was my watch and my calendar. It ensured that I toed with time and wished my people on their anniversaries. It reminded me of all those ‘to-dos’ along with the ‘not-to-dos’. It saved for me, my wandering thoughts.
Almost like my Keeper, it stored EVERYTHING for me like a good, spacious, external hard drive of my brain. It had become my handy companion, ‘mon ami’. And what did I do? Took it for granted! Such a human trait!
But, if it’s human to err, it’s human to mend the wrong too. So, here I go.
Mon cher ami,
I was wrong. I always thought of you as a mere necessity. I cursed you for losing my contacts and other crucial data. I blamed myself for relying so much on you. I always thought about myself and forgot to appreciate how much had you contributed to make my life so much easier. With you gone, I felt handicapped. Of whatever others may term it, if I can’t value the small things around me; I will become as good as any other expendable, inert entity – which I am not. To me, you are more than a mere necessity. You truly are valuable. If ‘Sorry’ means anything at all, I am Sorry.
Technically incorrect,
Priyanka
PS - Yes, this was about my phone. Wondering whether I am a super sensitive nut? Well, I am sensibly sensitive, but, I won’t argue about the latter ;o)
And yeah, it holds true for even the most non-existent, seemingly replaceable parts of your life.
It’s only when my phone got bugged that I realized how much it meant to me. I was so busy convincing myself that I was no nomophobic that I didn’t realize when it became such an imperitive part of my life. Though I rarely used its ‘highlighted’ features, I did use its basics. It was my watch and my calendar. It ensured that I toed with time and wished my people on their anniversaries. It reminded me of all those ‘to-dos’ along with the ‘not-to-dos’. It saved for me, my wandering thoughts.
Almost like my Keeper, it stored EVERYTHING for me like a good, spacious, external hard drive of my brain. It had become my handy companion, ‘mon ami’. And what did I do? Took it for granted! Such a human trait!
But, if it’s human to err, it’s human to mend the wrong too. So, here I go.
Mon cher ami,
I was wrong. I always thought of you as a mere necessity. I cursed you for losing my contacts and other crucial data. I blamed myself for relying so much on you. I always thought about myself and forgot to appreciate how much had you contributed to make my life so much easier. With you gone, I felt handicapped. Of whatever others may term it, if I can’t value the small things around me; I will become as good as any other expendable, inert entity – which I am not. To me, you are more than a mere necessity. You truly are valuable. If ‘Sorry’ means anything at all, I am Sorry.
Technically incorrect,
Priyanka
PS - Yes, this was about my phone. Wondering whether I am a super sensitive nut? Well, I am sensibly sensitive, but, I won’t argue about the latter ;o)
