Bye Bye Ring Ring

Call them whatever you like, handphones,cellphones,mobile or a fashion accessory, these little inventions that were once a revelation in technology are now simply a menace. It didn't occur to me initially, when the tinge of excitement and anticipation of possessing a little mobile gadget were still hanging over my head. After years of cohabiting with my mobile, I've realised that it bears a slight resemblance to women, or rather girlfriends and wives in particular, at least from my own opinion.

They are what you cannot live without but you wish that you could... at times. Times when they get especially irritating, when you just want a quite peaceful afternoon to yourself but they just keep whining at you constantly, getting on your nerves. When you wish to have them by your side they simply disappear and go out of sight. When you need them, the reception never gets better, try as you may. Just as guys have difficulties keeping their eyes peeled on some other beautiful ladies, there always seem to be newer and more attractive new models (phones, that is) that catches their attention. And when you happen to forget about them for a day, be prepared to get grilled when you face them the next time. That was what I encountered when I so conveniently left my mobile behind at home as I went out.

The thought of my mobile phone immediately crossed my mind when I could not find my friend that I was supposed to meet at the MRT station. The option of returning back home to retrieve it was not entirely out of the question but I understood that along with it came the risk of turning up late for duty. Weighing my options carefully, I finally chose to eliminate the risk rather than having my handphone with me along with some senseless military punishment meted out. The military are well-known to be quite ruthless when it comes to these sort of things... and rather brainless too. In a way itself, I felt that it could be a challenge to me, to see if a mobile phone is indeed that indispensable. Well, all I can say is that the absence of my precious mobile was replaced by a day of serenity and peace.

First of all, the right side of my pants felt a sensation like never before. Not only lighter, but the unsightly and uncomfortable bulge has also disappeared. Secondly, the likelihood of my day being plagued by unneccessary calls and SMSes was nil, providing me a rare chance to relish the feeling of vanishing away from reality into my own wonderland where no one could find me. It felt pretty good overall, except for the occasional urges to indulge in messaging and to call. Living without a mobile phone did not turn out to be that disastrous, as some might think.

The real problem came when I finally reached home later that day. My handphone screen simply read "22 missed calls". The problem wasn't quite big anyway as majority of those missed calls were simply made by A friend of mine(a guy..) who needed to contact me. It would have been more comforting for me if those 22 missed calls consisted of
1.A girl that I like and wished she would call
2.A girl that I admire and hope that she may call even though that is quite impossible
3.Any other friend except that particular guy

At least the thought of me being remembered by so many would have brightened up my day very much indeed.