I love stuff.. and I collect tonnes of it. Anything that has even a little bit of a memory attached to it, I either have it in a box somewhere or it's on display in my room. It's not that I think I'm ever going to use it or need it, I just have problems letting go... so by now you can imagine that I have a LOT of stuff!!
Problems of letting go stretch to other things as well - I still carry around stationery from more than 10 years ago, and for more recent gadgets, I kept my phone for longer than was necessary just because I got too attached to it. No, you don't understand, it really really needed to go, but after being with me for so long I couldn't imagine giving it up! I wonder if it's because I like to name things... this is a nasty habit I picked up from Surabhi (more on this crazy nut later), and once you give something a name you're a goner! Ok, so I've already admitted that I've got issues lol :p.
Anyway.. recently, my dear phone, that I named Orissa (long story for another time :p), reached her deathbed. She was practically on life support (read: needed to be constantly charged) and randomly went into cardiac arrest (read: phone would go dead in the middle of a conversation). Recognising that perhaps I'd held on for too long, I decided to get a replacement. SHHHHH don't say it too loud, she might hear you :)
My dear friend Surabhi, recognising how painful this experience would be for me, tried to ease the pain by writing a beautiful poem for Orissa. She got the gender a little confused, but otherwise it's an absolutely ridiculously nutty poem, one that I'm sure Orissa would appreciate. So here goes:
Ode to the mobile phone
The autumn wind blows strong
Bringing forth the wintery gray skies
Those sunny days, they are long gone
And here, Kiren is left, with her mobile
She stares at it with apprehension
Tis a tragic story, an Aesop Fable,
However can she explain to it
That she hath replaced it! Oh, the betrayal!
As she whispers those painful words,
Tis most difficult for the mobile to endure,
How else to react in that excruciating moment?
When told 'I dont need you anymore'
Kiren thinks, 'Ah, how lucky I am'
'To have such an understanding phone'
'He could have screamed, shouted, sued me for abuse'
'As I leave him all alone'
He knows that it is time to go,
He hath served her well, tis true,
But now, he falls apart at the seams,
And all that keeps him together is a huge tube of UHU glue
He cries, She cries
They all cry, they tear, they bawl,
He because he knows the end is near
She because she cant hear people who call her at all
He knows the end has come
When he hears excitement in her voice, her tone,
For what is this arrived, in a brand new box
Why, it is a lovely new mobile phone!
'Goodbye world' says Mobile,
As he turns off his light for the very last time,
'Forgive me, for my sins I must atone'
Before the midnight hour doth chime
And so we come to the end of Mobile's tale
But for him the end is merely a beginning, a start,
And he knows, that whatever Kiren may have to do,
He is her one true love, within her heart.