i fought hard and strong. honour mattered, nothing else. so people who had them were accessible. i refused to scrunch up my eyes staring at a little green screen (i know they have 'moonlight' and 'bluelight' now. they're imprisoning too).
push-button age. Picking up a cell meant surrendering wonderful day-dreaming. Filling up every unoccupied moment with snakes and bricks. My answer to "whats your currency?" always brought on exasperated sighs. i hear its not "the rupee" anymore. and i always wondered why people said "i HAVE roaming".. like the ability to walk around joblessly was a possession.
i wanted to stay uninfected. news about tariffs and SIMS were arduously blocked out.
nowwwwwwww i bow my head in shame, holding a nokia 3310 in my hand, understanding what pre-activated and recharged means.
but i hereby take this oath:
i will not pace while talking on the cell, just becoz its a 'mobile phone'. i will not dedicate all lunch conversations to 'how to get the cheapest connection'. i will not let something 1/1000th my size rule me.
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"i will not pace while talking on the cell, just becoz its a 'mobile phone'."
Ha! Let's see if that one lasts beyond the first call on a hurried day.
--Jace
oh sceptical Jace... this one has lasted more than 4 days. no finger cramps from too much messaging either. iron resolve still stays. :)
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