Hey people,
thanx for sparing some time for yet another tell tale pot pourri about another of my items in possession (pun intended).
Well this alcatel is one amazing thing that happened to me in Mumbai.
I chanced upon her at my office at Juhu. My superiors at office all had cell phones...this dates back to 2k...and I was soon to be given one...so as soon as new cel phones arrived (all brand new nokia 5110) my seniors shifted to those and one of them passed on to me this ugly duckling that seemed to look like a cell phone to me...
and boy...u can never guess the embarasment I had in sporting her at public places...i mean restaurants, meetings, etc.
She was not only very heavy, but was also getting too old for generation next.
people used to give me a very strange look whenever I laid her on her back on a table or such...
Like in the ad where they put their cell phones into soup...even I felt like following pursuit...but thanx heavens I didn’t resort to temptation...else, I wouldn’t have able to narrate this fairy tale today...
Well, my dearest alxcatel may be big fat hen, but she lays golden eggs...eggs as in...
I’ve never had to send her to her mother’s for any kind of repair or such...
I’ve never had to accessorize her with a lithium battery...she’s everready...
From the day we happened to tie the knot...believe she’s stuck to me like a true sati savitri...
In my office, we had a conference room (fully A/c) and in that room...all other cell phones used to have a nice tight slumber...but my alcky...i like to call her names...was always on the alert...
And whenever she rang in that room...i did get stares...but this time in amazement and of appreciation...
Some people felt jealous and some felt guilty for laughing at me...but I was all smiles all the way...
And since then, I’ve never felt shy in taking my alcky on wild dates...
Be it hotels, meetings, travel, picnic, trekking, rain or sun...my alcky always accompanied me...like a true beloved!
- then there’s this long tunnel inbetween suburban stations thane and dombivili (exclusively for mumbaites). And many people who used to communicate in local trains used to get disconnected as soon as the train enetered the tunnel...but alcky dear was not from the crowd...
she kept me in high spirits and collars up all through the tunnel...for outsiders...the tunnel lasts for about a minute when the traing is travelling at about 60-70 kmph...and that’s a fact...and I keep chatting all through...
If that’s not all, My college SIES, sion, has a canteen in the basement...and all cell phones vie for breath in that dungeon...but my alcky dear stays calm and sound...and whenever I need to be contacted she rings aloud just to calm the commotion for a while...and when I begin chatting...u guessed it...i’m not spared of those starry eyed looks...
good for me I guess...
as for the weight and the size...although SIZE DOES MATTER...especially if she’s ur beloved...
there are miscellaneous advantages of her wt and size...
Whenever i’m in trouble or under an alian attack...i hold my alcky up in the air and shout, ’’Khabhardaar agar ko saamne bada toh...mere paas alcatel hai.’’ and believe people used to take a backstep...and burst into instant laughter too...
Whenever my female friends used to be gloomy I used to cheer them up...again with my alcky...All i’d have to say was, ’’either u start smiling right away or i’ll have to gift you my beloved Alcatel’’ and they used to burst out in a wild laughter...
moreover, when my 4-yr-old nephew wanted to handle a cell phone all my cousins used to hide thier instruments...but I used to hand it to him lo and behold...cause I know...
Yeh alcatel ka mazboot jod hai...tootega nahi...
My nephew still bangs it black n blue, but bechara...
he’ll have to be content with doing just that...
cause as u all might have known by noe...
Me and my alcky are just made for each other!!!
Call me mad or call me sicky...
but i’ll always love my alcky!!!
PS: And we continue to live in wedded bliss...noe and forever...me as laurel and she as the other side of hardy!!!