Cellular Attachments

It is said that one should lead a life sans attachments or more so with detachable attachments in order to succeed and get what is wanted. I am not sure if I would be able to implement something like this completely but in a way would admit that am a callous person. A number of things that seem to really bother others don’t bother me. But then, there are these very small issues or objects that are very close to me. Primarily I would say because of the memories associated with them. Memories of something very nice and novel that changed my life in its own way that I can never forget. Associated with some of those people whom I have and will always love and respect, whether they stay in my life or move away from it.

After two years and nine months I have fallen madly in love. Something most unexpected and something that just simple carried me off my feet. I was more or less convinced that this change would never happen, but then life is what one can fashionably sum up as unexpected and weird. Bottomline for all this is, I finally changed my phone. I realize the above lines are highly overrated but then my attachment and sentiments with my first phone ( Nokia 8250) have been so strong that I simply found no reason to change it. Until yes, I found something that equally appeals to my personality. After undying loyalty and love for Nokia phones, not just me but my entire family vouching the same, I have hopelessly fallen for Samsung E900. Just less than a day old and I am in love with it already. There have been innumerable little memories with my old phone and with the new one I think its just the beginning of another long and lovely affair.

I realize this piece is how absolutely mundane and materialistic, but then in this fast paced era the phone seems absolutely inseparable. The best way to catch up with the people I love or miss is to give a call and hear them talk. Sometimes it just does not matter what they are talking but then it’s a pleasure to just know that they at least have the time to talk to you. Tell you about their days’ events and make you feel that being miles away you are still a part of their lives in some cellular way.



My day begins with a promise to myself that I’ll sleep again early during the day. Sadly that is fulfilled late in the night. It’s always the case when I think I am going to sleep early tonite and end up really late. The weekends are usually dedicated towards absolute sloth. The one and only thing that lingers on my mind is that this weekend I am going to sleeeeeeppp. Ah! A wish that rarely comes true, coz as one should have it one can hardly sleep when one has all the time to do anything that one wishes. Sleep then, seems absolutely trivial. Can you believe that?? A paradox that I am trying to resolve since the time I took up this godforsaken job.

Anyways, let us return to the most pertinent point of my life… Sleep. My dad, like many, believes that 4-5 hours of deep sleep is sufficient for a person. I know, it sounds blasphemous to many (that includes me too). But, the fact remains its person dependant. Some need just about 4-5 hours and some even 9 hours. Unfortunately, for my poor dad who is a major workaholic and the types who can run for over two days without proper sleep, his daughters love spending time sleeping. Having been part of the supposed hi-tech world for some years now, I have also developed the notion that I can actually make up for the sleep lost over the weekdays during the weekends. Scientifically proven fact remains that this is not true and one cannot cache the sleep this way. But I suppose this is more psychological.

The whole of last week I have felt that I have been deprived of the most important thing in life and also have been working too hard. Secondly, this week I have spent majority of my time just sleeping. Strangely, no amount seems enough. The whole of Friday is spent on a single hope that one can rest rather crash over the weekend. But, somehow this Friday evening my sleep seems to have vanished the moment I stepped out of office. What do you think this is? Am I actually soporific or non-workaholic? Please don’t bother to answer because whatever the answer I cannot accept either of the options. Dukh hota hai yaar… sach ko aise jhel pana 😉

All said and done.. this blog is for one of my fondest (sleepy) indulgence.