The “Mobile Life” we are accustomed to.
Last evening, I was to realize how much we have become dependent on this gadget called ‘Mobile phone’ and I certainly miss the life that was few years back. Remember, life was just the normal flow and no tassel in communication then as it is now!
A friend of a friend was to collect a parcel from me. He called me around 5:30pm stating he would come in a while. Even at 6:20pm, he showed no sign and assuming he was busy, I took a head-bath. Just as I was gobbling the last morsel of food, my phone rang. With the mouthful, I ran out, clutching the parcel.
“A blue hilux,” was the object of recognition. No, we hadn’t met before.
Five minutes at the meeting point and I saw no man seeming to wait for someone. Suddenly, a hilux passed by. I waved and stopped the driver. He gestured me to come to the ‘other side’. I walked by and asked, “Are you Aue Tshewang?” [At least I knew his name!]. “No, I am not,” said the man. He was in fact an old friend of mine.
In the chill breeze of this season and the wind paving ways through my wet hair, I kept my eyes open. Another hilux came. I stopped that too. “Are you Aue Tshewang?” I asked politely. “No,” was the sudden response. I murmured, “Better not be” and stomped off.
I left my mobile phone at home hoping to catch that friend. Had I had it, I could have simply made a call and asked where he was. You know, simply a call! Everything is just a call away these days, I sighed sadly to myself.
I thought I would drop by the near-by restaurant wherein I know almost all the crew. Looking at myself, the thought was unwise. Still in my track and big jacket, my hair uncombed, I looked like a woken zombie. I said, “I dare not scare those poor people.” The wetness of my hair only worsened the situation. I could sense my blood freezing within.
I almost asked the parking fee collector if he could lend me his mobile for a unit. But then, the thought that the poor guy has to freeze in the cold and earn a living made me feel gulity.
Fighting the cold, I put my hand into the side pocket and bingo – there was ten rupees my niece had given for safe-keeping that afternoon. Lucky me, I repeatedly told myself for finding that ten rupees and walked towards the nearest phone booth.
Just then, an innocent looking man approached me. I smiled, “Are you Aue Tshewang?” He shyly said, “Yes.” Thank Gracious! “I am sorry but I have been waiting there at the parking lot,” and I could see he had been waiting at the end of the parking.
When I walked back home after handing over the parcel, I remembered what my College boyfriend used to say, “Mauhh…h, I love this mobile-phone which keeps me connected to my girl” and he would kiss his cell-phone. Right, back in College, our rules didn’t allow any communication between opposite sexes and cell phones were the only liberty we had access to.
And the dependency is to continue hence.