It
is 7 o clock in the morning, alarm on phone buzzing loud enough to bring
another new day to life from whatever the deadly, otherwise a romantic dream I
was set in, my hands involuntarily fish
for buzzing phone immediately, pressing snooze button rather accurately.
Finally, I open eyes with the sight being my cell phone screen from the first
minute of the day, curious to know number of messages and calls I received
during the sleep hours, not to mention this but from gals in particular.
Sometimes a number of unread messages inject confidence in me, although I can’t
reason this phenomenon rationally. However I understate the statement of
cellphone defining my mood of the day by the number of messages I received.
Following this up, hardly I leave the cell phone far from reach, as though it
is a part of my body. I take it upstairs where I put it for charging followed
by morning chores, never I understood the reason I charge my cellphone
upstairs, not downstairs instead. As though my cell phone has a vicinity for my further living, I dare not
to go beyond it, I carry it quiet freakishly till date. I charge it up until it
promptly says “Battery full, please remove the power socket”, I humbly unplug
the phone, then slip it into my pocket, move on to the next phase of the day,
fully charged as though my purpose of the day has already been half fulfilled.
Cellphone
is considered a prestige issue for some, for a few like me however cell phone
is still a need, whatsoever indignity I exhibit for carrying a cheaper phone
amid my fellow smart phone users, I therefore still look a phone as a phone. As
a means of communication in other words. A gadget that connects two, far at
distance, more precisely. But evolution took place in no time, cellphone era
has altered the life style of generation, in brief amounts. As I remember once
playing as a kid along with my neighborhood kids, today I see kids only playing
with NFS car on cellphones or least a SNAKE PARK as a part of their
recreational activity. In parties we see more people on phones than in
interactivity. Friendships are often made through text messages, less in
person. Textual relations are what we are holding up to. We became least
bothered to give away our own life, while chatting over cellphone and driving a
vehicle, knowing fully it is hazardous and life-taking. We learned to navigate
through the fullfledged features of a high priced phone, yet we still seem to
be forgotten common sense and away from perception of highly valuable things in
life.
I
have nothing against cell phone, except for the matter of radiation it causes.
I’m a great admirer of technology otherwise. Technology is always
irreproachable. How we, as end users use
it is what matters in the end. Being brilliant beings, we cannot let technology
rule the roost, which we ourselves invented for our own comfort and ease of
connectivity. One press on button can reach us anywhere in the world.
Considering bygone era, I wonder how
they had survived their generation without such invention. With all more pros than
cons, a cell phone always stuck to our pocket would possibly stays for the time
we eat, chat, sleep, walk whatever the professional or unprofessional activity
we are involved in. Hatsoff to this masterpiece of invention! But in the end
its our responsibility to save it not only from its theft also to hold its
value upright in our society. Given its access to the world, it leaves a choice
of purpose. You might call an ambulance to a save a life, or send a rumor
message on a religious killings to violate social harmony. Choice will always
be in our hands. Vividly speaking, choices lie in our end attitude towards the
technology. Having said a little about this tiny gadget, I end this article on
an informative note here. One might have used cellphone, none around seems to
be aware of its inventor’s name, I'm no exclusion either . Yet since I have
gone about this article I've found this person through Google as inventor by name. Martin Cooper
(born December 26, 1928 in Chicago, Illinois, USA). Thanks to this wonderful
man. With all faith in Google. I now sign off !
