Memoirs of my Mobile

This blog is taken from the dairy of my stolen mobile my beloved Motorola W270 or Motu as I used to call her with all my love...

Long ago...

It is 0500 and I start singing Ronnie's favorite-of-the-week song just as he likes it to be. I like and love Ronnie and look at him all the while he sleeps staring at his face and the different shapes he makes with his hands and legs all night long. Sometime he smiles, sometimes he frowns in his sleep. I know he is dreaming but I know I am not a part of his dream because I am already his.

Ah, he looks so lovely but a little more sleepy than he was when he went to bed last night. Poor boy he works just so hard and who will know more than me? I am always with him very near to his body sensing the heat of his legs and every heart beat of his. I know when he is feeling hot from the sweat wetting me or when he is feeling cold from the shivers his skin makes against me.

He woke up and his right hand is moving towards me to touch me. His fingers linger on me and it feels good when he does it. His hands are so cute, you know!! His fingers hold me and flick me open exposing my buttons and I start glowing with bluish light from his flicking me. In the beginning he used to be very careful in flicking me open and now he has changed so much. So roughly he opens me up but I kind of like this roughness of his. My man.

His skillful fingers know how to please me as he presses the right place to close my lips and the I stop singing the song. Next he check me out and looks in my different sections for any missed calls and SMSes. As I am very innocent from heart, I never let myself hide any lovey-dovey SMS from his Girlfriends not that I am not jealous of them. Silly girls, do not they know that I love Ronnie. They and their silly calls and SMSes. Do they are with him as I do?

I listen to his humming sound coming from toilet but since he cares for me too much and becomes over-possessive sometimes he has put breakfast for me and I, like a baby, am lying on the table sucking electric power from the charger socket. My Lithium belly is filling up nicely and slowly. I think since I am very conscious about my body figure and weight Ronnie never loses interest in me. I always feel the same loving looks and soft touch of his on me. I doubt his wife will ever be able to pull this one like me. Pity on her.

He comes out of the toilet and only a towel on his body, I am almost fainting. It is not the first time I have seen him like this but man... this is only morning and I am totally recharged and Ronnie my lover boy in front of me like this. He places a careful look on me, checks me out for any of my eyelashes fluttering. Oh, I forgot to mention my beautiful eyelashes. I have 3 eyelashes. I flutter the blue one when a SMS lands on me for him, green one when Ronnie is away from me and misses a call and the yellow one when I am sucking and licking the power cord.

By the way, I call him Ronnie which is his pet name and very few friends of his and his parents call him that. He insists that I call him that. I know he loves me. But he never tells me but instead he tells that girlfriend of his the very same thing. What he thinks of himself, he thinks that he can make me jealous like that. Stupid boy! I too have a mind of my own.

He is now preparing his lunch for the day. I see him daily preparing something new but he is very cautious about the amount of oil he uses for the curries. He is a good cook though. One complaint of mine is that he never shares his lunch with me though he insists that I sit with him and accompany him during Lunch everyday. He says looking at me that it is not good for my health. I may get sick or something. As if he is a doctor. But I also know that he cares for me and is telling the truth. Once, little curry fell on me and he was scared to death and immediately cleaned me up and checked my health over and over. He said that he saved my life. Really!?

After the lunch, he does the dishes and gets ready for the Office. He carefully puts me in this left pant pocket. I snugly brace myself over his handkerchief which is smelling sweet from the detergent he uses to wash it. I am used to this fragrance.

While traveling to office, the naughty boy can not keep his hands off me and keeps touching me from outside of his pant pockets. One day I asked him why he does that in front of all these people in bus or train but he very cleverly replied that he was just checking whether I was vibrating in response to a call or SMS. Very clever Lover boy Ronnie. But this trick is not going to work with me. At least do not do this in public. But he does not care. Shameless boy!

Once he is in office, he changes completely. He starts to ignore me as if I am not there even. It irritates me a lot. But then he says that he does that for the sake of professionalism and for me. In the afternoon he takes me with him to have tea where I listen to all the jokes he makes and the boy-talks about what that girl in the front table is wearing or that girl at the side table is a new-joined employee or not. He is crazy about girls I must say. Better be careful of girls my boy. They will leave you after a while but I will never.

In office too we have private moments together, that is when he gets a call from a friend or home or when he is calling home. He takes me to a dark, quiet, unoccupied cabin and uses me. Sometimes in the washroom he presses my buttons typing SMSes to his friends! Nobody ever knew about us in office though. He is very careful not to take out our relationship in the open. He knows how to keep a relationship spicy with all that precious moments and secrecy. I must tell you he is a very romantic and emotional person. I came to know this from many of the talks we had, sometimes for hours. He told me all that I had to know. Though all this talks were heard by the recipient of the call also but then that is the only way to talk to me na!!

Sunit gets looted in the train

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Part I

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I heard myself say sadly to the police, ”There were, one Motorola mobile W270, one Motorola W270 charger, one Motorola headphone, and … umm.”

He interrupted annoyingly, ”quick please!!” and mumbled, “we don’t have all day here.”

Said I quickly, “Sorry Sir, one Nokia 5233 mobile charger, one electric shaver, USB connector cords” and shyly added, “My toothpaste and toothbrush were also there”.

He waived and said,”Ah that will not be necessary, Time and place??”, -- “about 6:30 am today at Bilaspur station”.

“What were you doing that time”, -- “Sleeping, Sir”, I said slowly looking at my perplexed parents standing near me, Father tensed and Mother thinking something looking at the photo of the Father of our Nation hung in the front wall. The feeling of being ashamed was riding on me like a Tsunami, ready to take me down.

“Where was YOUR BAG kept?”, he asked a little toughly, -- “On the upper berth opposite side of where I was sle.. sleeping”, “Ah that explains” he said and a big laugh and the others also joined. The Tsunami was on.

“Ok, Mr. Sunit, I will file an FIR on behalf of your details but I can not guarantee the return of the goods lost but you did a good thing to not to hide this incident and register this one since now at least we can know the modus operendi”, -- “Ah a little relief that he said something positive about me”, I thought, looking for a sign of positive emotions on the father’s face, oops not found, and then mother’s face, oops again not found, better try later.

“OK , thanks Sunit, you can leave now and yes .. Happy vacations, enjoy your stay at Korba, the mineral and Power capital of Chhattisgarh”, he said with a grin. “YA Sure, with this type of beginning sure it will be”, I said in my mind.

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Part II

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It all started with my plan to visit my hometown, Korba during the 4th trimester holidays. So I booked 2 sets of journey tickets for to as well as fro journey since there were no confirmed tickets available and I thought for a plan B to work out when the plan A fails.

But what I did not expect was that Plans B failed miserably before to the Plan A which failed proudly.

But as planned I boarded the train with my Plan B 3rd AC waiting list tickets after consulting the TTE at Kacheguda station who consoled me saying that he will try to do his best. I, then was oblivious to his wicked trap.

My wait for him in the Sleeper 9 bogey got over after waiting for him to arrive to relieve me 3 hours after departure. Then he gave me the most dreaded bad new (made up) that all sorts of AC compartments did not have an iota of space for me to fit in, but he can squeeze me a berth in the burning sleeper coach to make me a barbeque of myself (I did not know that he knew I loved barbeque chicken so much). Having no choice I consented as I wanted to touch the feet of my parents ASAP and gain their blessings. He allotted me a berth and just as I was to stand up the innocent and selfless TTE made a grunting sound and was grinning at me. Then I realized what his plan was, and was perfectly executed. Even after paying the AC fare and travelling by sleeper, he wanted me to bribe ah sorry acknowledge his greatness to allot me a berth which I guess was his duty. Parting with a fresh Rs 100 note was a painful farewell.

I think, God was not so busy at that moment and so he thought of cutting a little slack and suddenly the temperature lowered and clouds emerged out of nowhere and brought smiles to faces of many. I thanked God as I did not have the appetite for a barbeque at that moment of time.

Time passed and in the midst of all this I met a budding architect from Debgrah in Bihar who was returning after the completion of his Bachelor of Engineering semester training at Bangaluru. He enthusiastically showed me his project report of A3 size and so heavy that my abs started to build under the fat. The project was about a client’s Office and Residence building plan, elevation, section etc. I had a fair knowledge of that because of my BE in EC background where Engineering Drawing is a compulsory subject to master where many fail and dread its name like the Lord Voldemort in Harry Potter series. We had a brain storming session about the project and general life and everything.

After a while we all drifted to the dreamland. That was the beginning of the mistake for which I had to pay for.

The sleep in the train is always a broken one without the stretchy 8 hours one. I woke up at each and every stop and it was soon morning. Being a little careless during the night and for the want of space I kept my bag which was my solo luggage in the opposite upper berth. One lady and her daughter were in the lower berths to whom I had wished good night last night.

My mobile rang melodiously with the song of Prince- ‘Aa bhi ja Sanam’, and I woke up. I noticed that the train had halted and the bogey was empty, the mother and daughter gone already as it was Bilaspur where they told they had to get off. It was a call from father to know the current position of the train as he was going to come with mother to receive me at the Korba station. I touched the screen and received the call and turned my head to the other side only to find out that my bag was gone. The colour of my face became yellow as the blood drained out of it. I hurried out of the upper berth almost jumped out of it, told father that I will call back and started looking in all possible directions. I saw a couple sitting there at some distance for assistance and asked them if someone has seen someone scooting with my bag. They started to ask me 10 different questions so as to absorb the situation properly.

My mind was racing in the same levels as that of James Bond. A sudden thought came to my mind that that bag was my only luggage and I have lost it. How will I face my parents with empty hands (literally). A random thought came to me to look out of the window to see anyone standing there carrying my bag on his shoulder or running away. I found all the people staring at me and all looked crooked to me. Thieves all of them!! I was standing hopelessly and then thought, I did not why, to search even in the toilets. I opened the left one and it was empty. Then I opened the right door and there it was, lying there strangled and dead, my bag. I picked it up and carried in my arms to my berth and examined what I have lost. The thief it seems have searched it well and taken away all the electronics and wiry things it contained leaving me poorer by a few thousand bucks.

Now here I am sitting at home and writing this blog entry having learnt a lesson today which will be reminding me of this day for a long-long time.