Nokia introduces its brand new N95 with a tag line “Is this what computers have become?” and at the same time the news channels show people standing in queues that run 2-3 blocks down the apple store just to get hold of an iPhone. Sometimes I just wonder what mobile technology means to an average joe like me. Actually I used to be one of those power users of mobiles 2-3 years down the line from now - from playing games on my N-gage to chatting via mobile IRC. But as time advanced and my brain cells could no longer hold the tons of data required to operate any smartphone, I reverted back to the simple use of a mobile phone i.e. making and receiving calls. So much for all the hard earned money I spent on my N70.
For the last couple of months the sole purpose of having a mobile in my hand is to stay connected with the world (or atleast to my GF :razz: ). I came across a television interview on the now famous show on NDTV “Gadget Guru” where they interviewed Rajat Kapoor of the “Bheja Fry” fame. I was amused (if not shocked) to find that he never owned a mobile in his life and nor does he have cable TV :shock: . Wow! I mean kudos to him for surviving so long and making it big in the film industry without actually being connected. And it makes me think about giving up my mobile too.
Lemme try and enumerate the numerous times I think that a mobile could be handy -
1). I left keys in the car (chances are that I left the mobile in too)
2). I cant find some place where I’m supposed to reach. (As all my friends know by now, I openly admit that I suck at navigation and am looking forward to owning a GPS device in USA just for the sheer fun of reaching my destination on time)
3). I’m short of cash and need to call my sole financial support - Dad (more specifically his credit card)
There I could think of only these 3 reasons where I think having a mobile is mandatory.
Now for all the times I wish I had thrown the mobile down the drain -
1). The perfect loo time. You’re in the loo dumping all the previous days meals and the phone rings. You push hard, quickly wipe your ass clean forgetting to wipe that last sticky iota of loo (which makes your pants smell the whole day) and rush to the phone just to find out that it stopeed ringing… aargh
2). I’m in the clinic as an undergraduate. It’s the time of your life when you’re at the bottom most position in the medical food chain. Every little bit of anger at the top level (i.e. the profesors) runs downhill expanding exponentially at each level and by the time it reaches us undergrads (after passing through Professor –> Associate Professor –> Assistant Professor –> PGY3 resident –> PGY2 resident –> PGY1 resident –> Intern –> Undergrads), it reaches astronomical proportions. Even a little mistake will get us expelled for the day.
So I’m at SCL hospital and with this very toxic professor (whom I can’t name personally becuase I might need her help sometime in the future) and she yelled at her residents in the OT for not performing a good surgery. There is an eiry silence after she speaks and before the resident can open his mouth, my mobile rings. (It’s funny to note that by sheer hard luck or fate - you always forget to switch off your mobile when it is utterly necessary). The result - I’m thrown out very gracefully of the OT (By gracefully I mean that I had to endure only 15 minutes of torture. I’m told that if someone gets on the wrong side of that professor, it could go on to about 1 hour. I guess luck was finally on my side)
3). It’s a sunny summer afternoon and as much as I hate to take a shower, I was forced into the bathroom after I started smelling (I hadn’t been to the shower for 2 whole days). So I’m halfway through my shower and was just about to shave when the phone rang. Now it was my GF so I couldn’t just hang up on her (one thing I’ve learnt about women is that they don’t like to be igonred). It was the perfect excuse to get out of the bathroom as quickly as possible. I wiped off all the soap (I saved 5 litres of water, who says I’m not an environmentalist) and rushed off pick it up. And once again it stopped ringing. Mom forced me back into the shower and had to take a bath again. Shucks!!
To make this post interesting I’m gonna split it into 2 parts. The next and the last part will be coming soon.
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