Tech-disabled
Oh god, I feel as if my hands have been dissociated from my body. I feel as if my brain has been stolen by someone. All of these and much more because I dont have my cellphone with me. Yes, I gave my cellphone for servicing! Due to some untrusted software found in the cellphone, I had to give it for servicing. "Don't worry, madam, we will update the software and format the phone and give it to you tomorrow evening, safe and sound", said the Nokia care fella when I departed my cellphone with glistening eyes. I had to call my friend and tell him that I couldn't go out to shopping with him coz, well, my phone isn't with me. What if I get lost and I cant call anyone back home? so, the plan was out. I went to a phonebooth to call him and suddenly remembered that I have forgotten his number. "Correction dear", reminded my conscience, "When did you ever remember his number? It was readily available on your phone, isnt' it?" Hmm true, I thought. What do I do now? Oh well, if he calls me and I dont respond, he'l take it that I am busy. And I caught a bus back to college. I checked my wrist, only to find that I don't have a watch to check the time. "You used to check time in your phone, isn't it", reminded my conscience again. Let's just ask someone and be done with it, I thought. I felt bored standing in the bus. As otherwise, I would have switched on my cellphone's music player and the little thing would have entertained me all the way, but now? The only things entertaining me was the rumbling sound of age-old bus engine, the crying of a baby in her mother's lap, the nonchalant chatting of two huge uncles who gave a damn to the others and went on discussing local politics. Reaching the hostel, I felt crazy coz I had to go out with my classmate for an important work and I dont remember his number. I felt sick. I found a letter waiting for me at the doorstep. I realised that it's my penfriend who replied to me. I felt so happy I wrote her back but realised that I don't have her address because it was in my phone, in the notes application. I felt so sickly dependant. I called up my mom, yes, I remembered her number and told her about my disability. She smiled and said, "Well, atleast your hands and ears and mouth would take rest for sometime, I guess, isn't it?" I realised that I simply could not do without my cellphone. It was my connection with the rest of the world, including my friends. It was the only source of entertainment, a vent to pen down my thoughts (with the notes application). For the first time, I felt jinxed. Jinxed by a demon called as technology. I felt like zombie working for the little thing called cellphone which was controlling me. I vowed to minimise the use of my cellphone. To make notes using pen and paper and not in the phone. If any of you feel the same, divert your mind to more productive things like reading, writing (using pen and paper) and remember, too much of anything is good for nothing.