Lifeline Lost and Back............Again

 The chill of the winter and early frosty air

The fresh sky and clouds so fair

No head turns , no eyes c this beauty

Every mind is busy with the new born qwerty

This is the state of today’s man, who is dangerous captive of the his most addictive creation . The mobiles which was invented once to help communication, has in turn made him immobile and non responsive. I am an hard core user of mobile, my 24* 7 support. An entertainer for bored, friend for a loner, assistant for a professional, postman for a messenger and lifeline for a lover. It will be highly difficult for anyone to remain away from its addiction and continuous obsession. I being suffering from monophobia have to have a constant interaction with my cellular friend . This is in fact the most important , the most evident and most time consuming part of my daily life , and also the  one which helps me being myself and self satisfied.

                In last few years it has been a constant and endearing supporter, though it has been changing its forms from time to time. It helps me in socialising and personalising both at the same time ... one amazing aspect of this device. In last few years i got 5 of them and lost 3 L

                This number will surely be fantasy for a play boy of the city but trust me , for me it was that of enormous pain and sacrifice. The first one I lost in mere 10 days , it was just a small baby and I left it unattended in an auto rickshaw .The second one , a more professional one and a costly one too . It was a unique product from Sony, specialising in music quality. I think I am a born creative in loosing things especially this friend of mine.  I lost this one in my own office near the water cooler, tried to discover the theory behind “one minute theft” and left everything else to tears. The new one came at a lesser rate of money and heavier rate of hearty beat. The so called adjusting one , not because it had a flap structure but because it was bought with a sense of adjustment and not matter of choice . It remained with me for a very long time and we share a lot of memories beyond 1 GB that was inbuilt .But it gave way to my heavy heavy usage and its spinal cord was thoroughly damaged .The next one came as a second hand from my dad. Used it judiciously with no dearth of attention this time . This one is still with me, my sole obedient server , and one of the simplest of its kind.

                After that came a DUAL sim , from the kinds that aamir khan work with , a very attractive child of Samsung . The first touch screen phone I had, though I never had a longing to buy one but this one best satisfied my needs for dual active sim and an awesome camera to capture my new relay of events .It was friend for my friends and piece of show for my foes .This one with a perfect shine of chocolate brown and a wide touch screen also had advantage of an awesome lens and attracted the janta by its mere presence. It depicted the perfect one for the moment and after long I was very happy with my friend again .

                One fine day, I lost it again . Amidst the scorching heat of sun, heavy baggage and stinking environment, I never found it. All the memories lost in a split of a second , the sense of belongings was overpowered by loss of all the materialistic losses attached to it .

The gone is gone, for both present and future

Now comes the cruel pain and its torture

Along with it comes the hope of finding new

It will bring back smiles, wide and few

                Time has come again to find my lost friend, my own lost soul. I am sure it will come back to me in one form or other. This one will hopefully be long lasting and enduring term of our friendship. I am waiting with my arms wide open. Come on in.... and come soon