Telephonic Trauma!! #2

The adventure continues.....

Day 2- October 18, 2008.

I woke up to the rather sweet sound of my mother screaming on top of her lungs, and frantically banging the door to my room. She generally gives me a wake up call on my now-non-existant cell phone, to save herself from climbing seven stairs...

Sweet!! 6.30 AM already, a 7.30 AM train to catch, not a word studied, unwashed, uncombed, i stagger down the stairs to have breakfast. feel like catching up on the previous nights' barrage of SMS...oops!!

No Phone, No sms!!

Just shove some food into my mouth and strut to college in style.

7.25 Am, Seawoods Railway Station...

i remember that i havent combed hy hair..(the ones on the head, not my face)

now, where do i find a mirror?? no problemo!! a fancy-schmancy "photygraff" would do the trick!!!

my 15 kg fat filled stomach does a back flip....as i realise....

No Phone, No Camera!!

just use my fingers as a rudimentary comb as best as i can....Frustrating??? hell yeah!!!

feel like listening to some heavy metal to soothe my nerves...

oh-oh, way to go!!! forgot my trusty iTouch (8GB) at home!! Big Deal...N72 to the rescue!!! (uh..not quite!!)

No Phone, no music!!

Agonized, that i have to hear the senseless political banter of unruly, unkempt crowds early in the morning, i decide to brush up my rural-marketing gyan. hmm, notes--incomplete!

textbook--conspicuous by its absence...

SWELL!!

not really!! "Akshay the Great" backs up every thing!!

the has got most definitions photographed with the smart 2.0 megapixel camera in the N...

oh well..

No Phone, No Studying!!

reach college in a state of panic. flirt with the librarian girl, illegally snatch a reference copy of the textbook from the shelf, run off to 35paise photocopying centre. stare gloomily as beams of light from the photocopier decide my destiny, and burn a hole in my wallet simultaneously....it doesnt get any better...

broken out of my snooze by the boy who struggles with a simple multiplication of 142 pages @ 35 paise each...

haha!! bozo...!!

ill do it faster than him, on my Calculator!!! 8-D

God bless technology!!!

i make a bored, faux- haughty expression, shove my hand into my back-pocket to pull out my favourite N72!!!

yeah, yeah!!!

gloat as much as u want, bitch!!!

No Phone, no calculation!!

As i mull over my level of dependance on the gleaming black cuboid that not-so-long-ago used to snuggle close to my ass, i just pause to wonder....

What AM I without my phone??

without an identity/ without a means to be contacted/ A nobody...

i get goosebumps when i think of my land-line hogging days, like 5 years ago...

it isnt nostalgia, Folks...

ITS PARANOIA!!!!