Yes, it is true that we are using people and loving devices. Let's speak about this thing called phone. Nine months ago, I woke one day to open flipkart. I found this Moto G, and ordered it instantaneously. I didn't even know what I was doing. I just saw that it came with Android 4.4 KitKat and went for it. After settling down, I read the specifications and was delighted. A perfect phone for me I thought.
It came in 3 days and I fell in love with it. A Love marriage it was. But the love was, love at first sight. You glance at a girl walking by, and fall madly for her because she throws the coffee cup the same way you do, into a trash can. Two days forth, you follow her, inquire who she is and then dream a lot about her. And there she is with you. Days proceed and you enjoy everything about her. So was it with my phone. Days went by, and I was discovering her features.
Many a days, I was quite content with it, until a day came when I knew finally she cannot cook for me. It was the day I knew my phone didn't have enough memory to store all the songs I wanted it to. I had no other alternative, but to order a home delivery and eat with her everyday, but to listen to half my playlist everyday. I somehow got used to it, I had no other choice.
Months passed and I managed to get hold of a Nokia, one of my first crushes. She could cook, a lot tastier food. I repented not proposing her marriage that day. I blamed the world for having carried me away, into false relationships, loves based on similarities and compulsions, afraid that I would have to take the real guilt. The guilt of searching for lust and not love, for status and not affection. But I had to settle with it, for moving back wasn't possible. Yes, life was very beautiful back then, but today, as I see it, it would be impossible for me to live on a phone that wouldn't conveniently stream my YouTube videos.
Life was where I wish I could have my childhood crush back, but I did not because I was scared it would snatch me of my basic comforts, of being lively, living, communicating more with people and being a good being. But I refused. My ego did. No, I won't blame it. I did. I chose to be with the Moto for all it gave me.
Then one fine day, I had to finally realize Google was going to come up with lollipop. As if I could see a girl, a hot colleague at work. Days forth was announced that my Moto would get an upgrade. I felt it was girl who could be better than her. I pushed my dearest hard, beyond her limits, to the gym and parlour. I had to root and keep it going, changing roms, confident everyday that at the end of the day, I need nothing but the regular rom to come back. She too tried to work out as I wished, and soon she saw that I was observing her physical beauty, and that I had given up the affection for lust, the love at first sight was no more.
KitKat was now boring, for I stopped drinking coffee, all that was left was she and her coffee. Days passed by until I gave her up one day breaking the truth to her, that all I loved was something else. She couldn't stand it. She locked herself and wouldn't open, name boot. I was on the other side of the door, down on my knees, crying, begging her to be back. But, it was late. She had found the fan and a long cloth. Soft bricking was inevitable. The file system got corrupted forever and her feet were in the air. I realized slowly when all the adb and fastboot no more made sense.
I broke open the door only to realize I wouldn't want that. I never wished that. But that was what happened. It was a soft brick, a suicide. But, deep inside I knew it was a murder, a cold blooded murder. I had given up my one real crush for a crazy love at first sight. Today when I saw she was not perfect, I willingly pushed her to the extreme, not waiting for her to go on diet by herself, and thus being the murderer.
The next morning, I raced back to the showroom and spent a good amount to buy a HTC one M8. It was an arranged marriage, but the girl was perfect. She was easily the most eligible bride one could ever find. But the fear that a marriage that lacks love would stand long, given my randomness for rooting a Moto G was perilous. On the positive note, I feel content she can cook, sing, dance and walk with elegance beside me.
It came in 3 days and I fell in love with it. A Love marriage it was. But the love was, love at first sight. You glance at a girl walking by, and fall madly for her because she throws the coffee cup the same way you do, into a trash can. Two days forth, you follow her, inquire who she is and then dream a lot about her. And there she is with you. Days proceed and you enjoy everything about her. So was it with my phone. Days went by, and I was discovering her features.
Many a days, I was quite content with it, until a day came when I knew finally she cannot cook for me. It was the day I knew my phone didn't have enough memory to store all the songs I wanted it to. I had no other alternative, but to order a home delivery and eat with her everyday, but to listen to half my playlist everyday. I somehow got used to it, I had no other choice.
Months passed and I managed to get hold of a Nokia, one of my first crushes. She could cook, a lot tastier food. I repented not proposing her marriage that day. I blamed the world for having carried me away, into false relationships, loves based on similarities and compulsions, afraid that I would have to take the real guilt. The guilt of searching for lust and not love, for status and not affection. But I had to settle with it, for moving back wasn't possible. Yes, life was very beautiful back then, but today, as I see it, it would be impossible for me to live on a phone that wouldn't conveniently stream my YouTube videos.
Life was where I wish I could have my childhood crush back, but I did not because I was scared it would snatch me of my basic comforts, of being lively, living, communicating more with people and being a good being. But I refused. My ego did. No, I won't blame it. I did. I chose to be with the Moto for all it gave me.
Then one fine day, I had to finally realize Google was going to come up with lollipop. As if I could see a girl, a hot colleague at work. Days forth was announced that my Moto would get an upgrade. I felt it was girl who could be better than her. I pushed my dearest hard, beyond her limits, to the gym and parlour. I had to root and keep it going, changing roms, confident everyday that at the end of the day, I need nothing but the regular rom to come back. She too tried to work out as I wished, and soon she saw that I was observing her physical beauty, and that I had given up the affection for lust, the love at first sight was no more.
KitKat was now boring, for I stopped drinking coffee, all that was left was she and her coffee. Days passed by until I gave her up one day breaking the truth to her, that all I loved was something else. She couldn't stand it. She locked herself and wouldn't open, name boot. I was on the other side of the door, down on my knees, crying, begging her to be back. But, it was late. She had found the fan and a long cloth. Soft bricking was inevitable. The file system got corrupted forever and her feet were in the air. I realized slowly when all the adb and fastboot no more made sense.
I broke open the door only to realize I wouldn't want that. I never wished that. But that was what happened. It was a soft brick, a suicide. But, deep inside I knew it was a murder, a cold blooded murder. I had given up my one real crush for a crazy love at first sight. Today when I saw she was not perfect, I willingly pushed her to the extreme, not waiting for her to go on diet by herself, and thus being the murderer.
The next morning, I raced back to the showroom and spent a good amount to buy a HTC one M8. It was an arranged marriage, but the girl was perfect. She was easily the most eligible bride one could ever find. But the fear that a marriage that lacks love would stand long, given my randomness for rooting a Moto G was perilous. On the positive note, I feel content she can cook, sing, dance and walk with elegance beside me.
I only write this sad diary, for if I ever think of even changing the phone's launcher, of changing the ideal bride, then I should be willing to give up all the comforts this great device would give me and end up with a simple Nokia.
True love, and I never by my side stood.
infatuation to Moto was misunderstood.
All the commotion led to death and pain,
all my love was a fame game, I played in vain.
Now that I stand married to a bride, a heavenly fairy,
I willingly take her hand, and witnesses this diary.
True love, and I never by my side stood.
infatuation to Moto was misunderstood.
All the commotion led to death and pain,
all my love was a fame game, I played in vain.
Now that I stand married to a bride, a heavenly fairy,
I willingly take her hand, and witnesses this diary.