The Phone That Was My Life

I couldn't bring myself to write a review or short account regarding the topic and as usual I will tell this as a story :-P

My 2Nd phone was a Nokia 5233 which my dad gifted me on the account that I had succeeded in gaining admission to one of the most prestigious Architecture colleges of India. I had been using a Samsung feather touch model for almost 2 years before the Nokia one. I am seriously not a good handler of phones! I had to give my Samsung phone for servicing for almost like 3 or 4 times.  The color on its body was wearing off and it did appear ugly with the print on its navigator buttons becoming almost invisible. Moreover the number pad buttons had stopped functioning properly. Let's say, I very much needed a new phone to live with and use. Yes, I live with my cell phone. I get up everyday with my hands and eyes searching for my cell phone beside my pillow, I hold the cell phone in my hand when it's not in my pocket, I would hardly leave it anywhere and go excepting for bath-time. I would spend the entire afternoon and evening searching on the internet for suitable wallpapers and ringtones to suit my taste and make my phone appear handsome. At night, I used o kiss my phone to sleep. I had done the same with my Nokia phone too. Now Nokia 5233 had additional features and was far better than my previous cell phone. It was my first full touch, multitasking phone and it supported themes too! I would use the 2 megapixel camera to click pics of sights and things that interested me. The gallery contained everything that drove my emotions, themes, wallpapers, e-books, music, ringtones...you name it! I had downloaded apps to support additional features, I had done what not!!! Drawing and playing guitar are some of my favorite hobbies, I had installed apps of the same likes too. Though these virtual goodies were extremely primitive yet it just served it's purpose of meeting my taste and usage! I can be technical at times, but to tell the truth, I am not a techno freak. And still I had tried to keep my phone upbeat with the latest technology it could support! I hated flashy kiddish decorations, so I had opted not to have any tattoo or those 3d heart stickers on its metallic body. But my interest in vintage, retro, Paris cafes, French drapes were displayed in the various wallpapers and themes I had downloaded or have customized online, for my phone! My memory card would be overflowing with all these. The ringtone should be an mp3 one and would best reflect my mood, taste and sensibilities. I used to change my phone settings the very way a girl changes clothes! I was actually very obsessed with that piece of metal and had personalized it to become a digital version of me. 

And then the worst incident of my life took place! I lost my phone in a way someone who loses their phone in the auto or bus would have never lost! I had lost it because it was in my pocket and not that I had misplaced it. I was in my hostel that time and that very night, I was so tired that I had actually forgotten to keep the phone out of the pocket of my pajama. This was not new i.e me sleeping with the phone in the pocket. As long as the phone is with me, I can have my peace of mind. In the middle of the night I had to get up to go to the loo, without realizing that the phone was still in the pajama pocket. I was extremely groggy eyed and was feeling numb still. But I regained my consciousness the moment I saw the phone making it's way out of the pocket and down the toilet hole. Damn these eastern toilets! My shriek woke up the entire flat! One of them had been trying to console the shocked me, the others tried various ways to retrieve the phone but all of it was futile. I wouldn't stop howling and screaming and my phone was no where to be seen. They told me that it was just a phone, but I knew what it was to me. It felt as if I had just lost a part of me or my child or whatever it is, something that actually was ME! I had been crying nonstop for the next 24 hours. A search party was made the next morning to open the pipe line that linked the toilet hole to the septic tank, but my phone wasn't there. It had made its way to the septic tank already. My friend's had been describing my madness as presumptuous cause even if my phone would have been recovered, it would be in no condition for me to use. I must shamelessly admit that I hadn't cried so much on hearing the demise of my grandfather than when I had lost my phone. 

I had started using the same old Samsung phone after having it repaired and vowed to myself never to take up any new phone, much to the disapproval of my parents. I was so unsure about myself and my stupid fate. I had spent the remaining period of my first year in college with my old phone. And my heart would still lament and make me upset every time I am reminded of that incident. People laugh on getting to hear this, thinking that it was very funny. But only I knew how it had felt on losing my dearest possession, the thing that was closest to me.