I was once asked to link violins and transistors, but guess this seems a little less crazy. Birthdays and cellphones can be quite a link. Friends can't call you, text you and neither can you plan your own party.
For someone who is so deeply integrated into the information world, a day without a phone seems like ten dog years with no contact with the outside world. I mean there is only so much that you cannot do with your phone.
Yeah, you guessed right! Its my birthday today and someone just stole my cellphone from my bedside, a few hours ago. Why, just last night I had my mother call me on that same talking parrot to tell me that the talking box was my gift for this year. And with seemingly no value to that sentiment, the world conspires to take away the gift, which became precious to me after those words, right on the day when it was priceless.
That the talking gadget probably costs as much as my month's stipend was just an irrelevant fact which became the collateral damage to my internal rationalization. The whole point being, the phone had just multiplied in its value to me after the words from my mom.
So here I am today, a nice english afternoon, with beautiful clouds hanging overhead, cribbing about a gift lost in the morning, and trying to imagine what a day will be like.
I guess birthdays make all the sentiments more acute and clear and penetrating. A small gesture of kindness makes you feel on top of the world, and a smallest of slights makes insinuates you no end, the smallest of hurts pierces to the depths of your heart.. and the world conspiring against you... well thats just the last stick that probably broke the proverbial donkey's back. Maybe sarcasm ill suits me, maybe cynicism is best left alone, maybe hedonism is what I lived by, but today might just become a crucible for some psychopathic, clinical sarcastic, hedonistic cynicism that I shall live by.
But hey! Its my birthday today! There's a wide vista of opportunities out there waiting for me and I am naught but just a leaf floating in the wind, willing the wind to blow in the path which shall take me to sea, when I know I am on an island, and every which way leads to the ocean.
And I am probably just rambling because I feel the need to crib on this occasion when just losing a phone, is not "just losing a phone" anymore.
For someone who is so deeply integrated into the information world, a day without a phone seems like ten dog years with no contact with the outside world. I mean there is only so much that you cannot do with your phone.
Yeah, you guessed right! Its my birthday today and someone just stole my cellphone from my bedside, a few hours ago. Why, just last night I had my mother call me on that same talking parrot to tell me that the talking box was my gift for this year. And with seemingly no value to that sentiment, the world conspires to take away the gift, which became precious to me after those words, right on the day when it was priceless.
That the talking gadget probably costs as much as my month's stipend was just an irrelevant fact which became the collateral damage to my internal rationalization. The whole point being, the phone had just multiplied in its value to me after the words from my mom.
So here I am today, a nice english afternoon, with beautiful clouds hanging overhead, cribbing about a gift lost in the morning, and trying to imagine what a day will be like.
I guess birthdays make all the sentiments more acute and clear and penetrating. A small gesture of kindness makes you feel on top of the world, and a smallest of slights makes insinuates you no end, the smallest of hurts pierces to the depths of your heart.. and the world conspiring against you... well thats just the last stick that probably broke the proverbial donkey's back. Maybe sarcasm ill suits me, maybe cynicism is best left alone, maybe hedonism is what I lived by, but today might just become a crucible for some psychopathic, clinical sarcastic, hedonistic cynicism that I shall live by.
But hey! Its my birthday today! There's a wide vista of opportunities out there waiting for me and I am naught but just a leaf floating in the wind, willing the wind to blow in the path which shall take me to sea, when I know I am on an island, and every which way leads to the ocean.
And I am probably just rambling because I feel the need to crib on this occasion when just losing a phone, is not "just losing a phone" anymore.
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