My Cell Tale

Yippppyyyy… Finally, I got a new phone!
After those long queues at Sidhivinayak temple and those beseeching prayers to the Lord almighty, I got my new phone!
Ok, Ok! I know you all are smart enough to make out that I am exaggerating! But my glee for having a new cell is not at all phony!
For a year or so I was using the most archaic phone in town. I used to curse my phone for its autonomous and self-directed behaviour. The line used to get disconnected in the midst of a hot and happening chat with a friend. It embarrassed me more when I used to talk with somebody very important like my professors or people whom I want to fix an appointment with for my projects. I used to scream vulnerably “Can you hear me?” But the person at the other end used to disconnect the line helplessly. (What else a poor fellow will do?)
My friends used to scoff at me and pity that silly device. They used to suggest, “Hey, why don’t you get an iron phone. I think that will last longer in your hasty hands!” I used to take it as a joke, but somewhere at the bottom of my heart, I cursed my pathetic phone thousand times more than ever.
Some of them genuinely recommended me to buy a better phone. It was really becoming essential for me. But after damaging the first one and losing another while traveling, the chances of getting a new phone were minimal. It’s not like my parents won’t give me a new phone, but I was feeling very guilty to ask for a new one.
But, now that I am a ‘self dependent girl’, earning my own living (got my first salary a week back!); I decided to get a better phone for me.
After doing a thorough research and interviewing every tech-savvy person I know, I brought this brand new phone, equipped with all the chic features.
Mum and Dad accompanied me for shopping. We all were excited. On the way to the store, they gave me a lot of gyaan. Even I took it very positively and listened to every single advice they gave. On our way back home Dad said, “Now let’s go home and read the help guide cautiously. You have to understand all the features and verify it today itself. If there’s some problem we can ask the store manager to exchange the piece.” I was very glad to see him taking a keen interest in it.
The moment we entered home, I jumped on the sofa and switched on the phone impetuously.
“Hey, watch it! This way you’ll spoil it soon.” Dad’s very first exclamation!
“I won’t Dad! Don’t worry. I’ll take care.”
I spend the whole evening with this new friend of mine. I was very excited to show this new gadget to all my friends. Another comment banged on my ears, “Come on. You haven’t even freshened up. Keep that phone aside and do some work.”
I tried to pretend as if I am listening to what he is saying but, his words fell on my deaf ears. I was getting irritated by his continuous jabbering.
I was finding out a way to vent out the anger. And there I heard my mum saying, “Hey, dinner is ready. Keep that phone aside. You are going to spoil it soon!” And there I lost my head! And the bomb directly exploded on poor mom!
That sudden out-burst of my anger was unexpected for both of them but, it instantly made the room sound vacuum.
The night passed but the euphoria was still on. I started my day listening to a sweet sound of my cell’s inbuilt alarm clock. The very thought that I am going to flaunt my new cell in front of my colleagues made me feel exciting!
I hurried as I was getting late for my office. I picked up my bag, my lunch box, and other stuff… and yes my lovely phone!
“Bye Dad! I am leaving.” Trying to handle all my belongings, as I stepped out of my house, my cell started ringing. I was struggling to take it out from the pouch hurriedly but the very next moment it stopped ringing as it fell straight on the ground!
And Dad’s good words superseded the tone and kept ringing in my ears!

Life is so unpredictable...

Life is so unpredictable. Every new page leads to a different story.

Holding a hot cup of tea with spoonful of added sugar (just the way I like); I often spend hours reviewing the old days. Memories, both happy and sad, run in front of my eyes like a slideshow.

What we want is not always what we gain, and the interesting part is that we don’t even bother about those missed out things. We stay happy with a pinch of joy and a handful of sorrows served on our platter.