I am a murderer... Careless, who-gives-a-shit murderer.
He was my brother for more than 2 years. Served me selflessly, withstood everything that my thankless and carefree actions put him through. He was at my beck and call 24X7; He put up with my constant banter about how I deserved someone better than Him for one full year. He was the most selfless guy I've ever known. He, over the last 2 years, became my right hand and an integral part of my mind in spite of my constant (ab)use...
From the time I set sight on Him on 12-05-2007 to the moment I carelessly let Him drop into the loo a few hours back, He was my best friend. He is my precious li'l Sony Erickson w200i. I dropped Him on to the floor more times than I can remember, I cursed Him when ever I cudn't get a call thru, I twirled Him around between my fingers relentlessly, broke His frame and never cared to replace it, I never bothered to keep Him scratch proof and as a final act of Lunacy, let Him drop into the loo and into oblivion. In return for all this, He submitted Himself to a million text messages, hours and hours of relentless talking, helped me keep track of cricket scores whenever there was a match, acted as my diary and bore my poems whenever I was on the road, woke me up early in the morning almost every day. He played me music and gave me company like none else before. In return for all this, you know what I did to Him...
It cost me 6200 bucks to get it. Or rather, it cost my Dad 6200 bucks to get it. I used Him, abused Him, and put him to rest in a sewer hole. And I used to call myself a careful chap...
It took me a few seconds to realise what had happened.All I could see was the frame and the key pad lying on the floor. He had slipped out, hit the floor, shattered into two parts, and the heavier part flew right into the hole. I stood there dumb struck as the hole in the loo lit up bright orange. Water was rushing into every microship, shorting circuits, flushing contacts, distorting messages and images, distorting every note of every song, washing away my memories of two years, drowning a two year old legacy... It was a grotesque spectacle, seeing a sewer hole light up, every light in Him seemed to call out for help... and I could just stand and watch.
It flickered and after a moment, started glowing ever brighter... Like a light glowing bright before going out. The rippling water looked as if it was boiling from His wrath. After a few moments, He shut down, this time for ever. I picked up the broken frame and the key pad, looked down one last time at where He disappeared, and left. He would rot for eternity now in some sewer and I'd move on in life... But the shattered frame and the key pad will be with me for ever; reminding me of Him, reminding me of my carefree, disdainful attitude towards Him. The least I can do to Him, in return for serving me selflessly for 2 years, is hold on to his remnants and say a BIG THANK YOU and an EVEN BIGGER SORRY to Him and my Dad.
I dunno whether I'll have the heart to get a better phone, I might stick to the vodafone CDMA substitute I had with me all these days (yeah I even had a substitute for Him). But irrespective of that, my diminutive and selfless friend will continue to ring and wake me up and play songs in my mind. And the feel of Him will never leave my hand.
I stop as a single tear flows outta my eye. I wipe it with the same fingers that played and eventually killed Him...
Rest in peace, My brother.. I wish I serve humanity the way you served me
He was my brother for more than 2 years. Served me selflessly, withstood everything that my thankless and carefree actions put him through. He was at my beck and call 24X7; He put up with my constant banter about how I deserved someone better than Him for one full year. He was the most selfless guy I've ever known. He, over the last 2 years, became my right hand and an integral part of my mind in spite of my constant (ab)use...
From the time I set sight on Him on 12-05-2007 to the moment I carelessly let Him drop into the loo a few hours back, He was my best friend. He is my precious li'l Sony Erickson w200i. I dropped Him on to the floor more times than I can remember, I cursed Him when ever I cudn't get a call thru, I twirled Him around between my fingers relentlessly, broke His frame and never cared to replace it, I never bothered to keep Him scratch proof and as a final act of Lunacy, let Him drop into the loo and into oblivion. In return for all this, He submitted Himself to a million text messages, hours and hours of relentless talking, helped me keep track of cricket scores whenever there was a match, acted as my diary and bore my poems whenever I was on the road, woke me up early in the morning almost every day. He played me music and gave me company like none else before. In return for all this, you know what I did to Him...
It cost me 6200 bucks to get it. Or rather, it cost my Dad 6200 bucks to get it. I used Him, abused Him, and put him to rest in a sewer hole. And I used to call myself a careful chap...
It took me a few seconds to realise what had happened.All I could see was the frame and the key pad lying on the floor. He had slipped out, hit the floor, shattered into two parts, and the heavier part flew right into the hole. I stood there dumb struck as the hole in the loo lit up bright orange. Water was rushing into every microship, shorting circuits, flushing contacts, distorting messages and images, distorting every note of every song, washing away my memories of two years, drowning a two year old legacy... It was a grotesque spectacle, seeing a sewer hole light up, every light in Him seemed to call out for help... and I could just stand and watch.
It flickered and after a moment, started glowing ever brighter... Like a light glowing bright before going out. The rippling water looked as if it was boiling from His wrath. After a few moments, He shut down, this time for ever. I picked up the broken frame and the key pad, looked down one last time at where He disappeared, and left. He would rot for eternity now in some sewer and I'd move on in life... But the shattered frame and the key pad will be with me for ever; reminding me of Him, reminding me of my carefree, disdainful attitude towards Him. The least I can do to Him, in return for serving me selflessly for 2 years, is hold on to his remnants and say a BIG THANK YOU and an EVEN BIGGER SORRY to Him and my Dad.
I dunno whether I'll have the heart to get a better phone, I might stick to the vodafone CDMA substitute I had with me all these days (yeah I even had a substitute for Him). But irrespective of that, my diminutive and selfless friend will continue to ring and wake me up and play songs in my mind. And the feel of Him will never leave my hand.
I stop as a single tear flows outta my eye. I wipe it with the same fingers that played and eventually killed Him...
Rest in peace, My brother.. I wish I serve humanity the way you served me
5 comments:
Good one :)
Wait up .. I think this is a case of accidental drug overdose .. Who was your phone's physician .. Produce him in court immediately as evidence .. Call in the CBI... Hell, call in the FBI !!!!
The ppl need to know the truth !!!!
lol
Cheers
and p.s shouldnt it be "rest inn pieces " !!!
lol
enna machi, not understandin my feelings! I was serious!
Sry mate ... My bad !!!!
Cheers
bharath again.. machi reading this story of yours, i am very happy tat there is also a guy like me who loves his mobile and imagines it as a part of my body.. I FEEL SORRY FOR YOUR BROTHER MATE.. BUT I AM SURE TAT I WONT LEAVE MY BROTHER TO REST IN PEACE !!!
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