We are gathered here to attend the condolence meet in the memory of the dearly departed confidant of Ravneet Sangha. The life span of the harbinger of secrets was a mere four years and performed all duties with utmost dedication and in today's times with complete loyalty.
This was the message posted as the Facebook status update. On the occasion, everyone concerned was invited to say a few words or post their messages along with their virtual extensions.
I know this sounds bizarre, but this is how I felt without my trustworthy extension. A smartphone is just not a phone. All those advertisements of it being a life Companions are true. For once, the spiel sold by the agencies and companies is true.
My phone, my first cell phone that was so lovingly gifted, has seen its share of drama, weddings, parties, funerals, elections and nature. It has also tried to capture my old man in the moon. It's been a notepad where I have rambled on, my thoughts and amateurish attempts at writing.
The phone has also been a recorder of all human emotions from dressing up for weddings to recording the kids growing up. When did I become so dependent on an inanimate object? A few weeks ago a friend had posed a question on a social networking site where she asked, "What is the impact of technology?" I had been smug and thought that I am oblivious to this addiction. But no I am not. I am in the same boat like the rest of the world. It is so easy to be judgmental and to comment on others.
{{/usCountry}}The phone has also been a recorder of all human emotions from dressing up for weddings to recording the kids growing up. When did I become so dependent on an inanimate object? A few weeks ago a friend had posed a question on a social networking site where she asked, "What is the impact of technology?" I had been smug and thought that I am oblivious to this addiction. But no I am not. I am in the same boat like the rest of the world. It is so easy to be judgmental and to comment on others.
{{/usCountry}}I say with conviction that we live our lives on the phone. We remain in touch with our friends, colleagues, the world, including the mali (gardener) and most importantly the bai (maid) and the boutiquewali! Everyone from the vegetable vendor to the doodhwallah to the teachers to the secretary sahib of the building has a phone number.
We are in contact with regular updates on world, sports, drama and the lifeline of our lives, politics, via this touch screen. This complex yet simple screen, which has toddlers using it faster than adults, holds our lives in place. It would not be wrong to say the crux of our lives is the phone. And how could I miss out on those short bursts of calls that were so important to my life, the ones that had all the teasers of gossip! How would I survive without them?
I wonder what to do? Do I give in to the temptation and buy myself a smarter phone or should I rise above? Well, who am I? A mere mortal, even Adam gave in to an apple. Yes, I am guilty of buying an Apple. This complex yet simple screen, which has toddlers using it faster than adults, holds our lives in place.