Prod.Ponder.Play.(with words)
I suffer from a chronic yet quirky problem of hating to talk on the phone. So much so that I start getting uneasy if the conversation extends the 15-20 min mark. Quite unlike other girls my age, who spend hours yapping on the phone, I tend to end conversations abruptly. Did try a lot to get over the habit but somehow couldnt. This weird habit of mine is now getting on to the nerves of those who try to contact me, my family, friends,acquaintances. So much so that they’ve even contemplated getting to know what this ’phobia’ is termed as???
The mobile phone will celebrate its 15th birthday in India this year but I, much to other’s dismay, yearn for the days when they were only for the strong and the wealthy. Ironically, being a gadegt freak myself, I’ve got to admit I’m impressed by technology and services it has to offer with the advent of 3G.
But whats with the compulsion that makes the mobile owners use the damn thing day and night?
They are fast replacing clouds of cigarette smoke as public nuisance No. 1. My hour long train commute to college and back home was the only ‘alone time’ I had to myself during the day, maybe hooked to a nice book or some soulful lyrics on my MP3. But now its impossible to enjoy those thoughtful moments without having to listen to a dozen one sided phone conversations of complete strangers. None is an urgent warning to a loved one or a call that sheds invaluable insights on life. Sadly they are boring, devoid of any intrigue, usually packed with trivia everyone within earshot must endure.
I do concede that mobile phones have saved ship wrecked sailors or hikers lost in mountains or even ideal for finding a wandering partner. But they also blight lives. Tiger Woods and Terry would be at a better position as to how these very handy devices have wrecked their lives.What irks me the most about this device is the very essence of its invention (read make/receive calls on the go). Just hope i get over this syndrome someday. if not for myself atleast for those who call me up.
P.S. Texting ( note how the mobile changed the word ‘text’ from noun to verb) the other feature which a phone offers is my addiction. I can go to any lengths texting a conversation than having one. Just realised I text faster than i talk.
Like any other fanatic besotted by the gentleman’s game in this country, waking up to the CUP has been a different high altogether. Though the build up to the tournament has not been as much as the previous years, it still continues to sweep us off our feet,adding a dash of zeal to our daily grind. The office goers hounded in front of the televisions sets outside the electronic stores across the streets, crowds gathered at the community viewing loactions in the bylanes, kids with the tricolour chanting ‘India jeetega’..the World Cup has been a lot more than a tournament, its a way of life till the time India is in, for this cricket crazy nation.
While a victory can entail fireworks galore amidst accolades, a loss..burning effigies and the blame game. Such is the fanfare of the sport in our country. The game..a religion and its players..demigods!
Today we take on the Bangla tigers in their turf. Sparks are sure to fly, some sweet revenges in store (read last time’s humiliating defeat that got us out of the tourney) this one surely isn’t a one sided duel. While Nehra sitting out of it has been a dampener of sorts in the opening clash, there is a lot of healthy competition in store in terms of team selection. Kohli’s sublime form, Raina’s dip in form and Yuvraj’s rise and subsequent fall, can give the skipper and the selectors some food for thought when it comes to picking the final XI for the day. While Shakib and his boys will be riding high on the ‘home’ advantage..the skipper rightfully feels that the expectations from Bangladesh are always overriden by a sense of resigned realism.
A couple of hours from now when the action unfolds in Mirpur..millions of fans back home will have their hopes pinned on a dream that has eluded them since ’83. MSD are you listening??
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