Meri Kahani Meri Zubani- Autobiography of my mobile

 

Ladies and Gentlemen let me introduce myself, I’m Xperia X8.I was born to Sony Ericsson family in 2010.I’m white and have millions of siblings who are white and black in colour. I was adopted from shoppers stop mall, Lucknow somewhere in summer of 2011(I apologize I don’t remember the exact date as I have STML issue) by a very generous man. He paid INR 13,500 for me and bought me to his beautiful home. When he first switched me on he got really aroused by my features and why not? I come with three different changeable back covers, I have 3 inch capacitive touch screen and I’m not heavy in weight like my ancestors I’m only of 104.0 grams. I have 3.2 MP camera with the resolution of 320x480 pixels and last but not the least I’m android 2.1.

Keeping my virtues aside, I must tell you that the man who bought me, made me feel really precious. He moved his soft and smooth fingers all over my body to check me out.  It became a really awkward situation for me being touched by a guy and for a while I thought I’m at the urge of a gay relationship but that all ended in few minutes and I was packed in a gift wrapper with few puffs of Montblanc  perfume over my box. For few days I hibernated in my box and then I sensed I’m on a journey. I had no clue what the destiny has to unfold so I chose to keep lying in my box with optimism.

4^th June 2011, the day which changed my life. A girl with pretty chubby face switched me on. She had a giant smile on her face with twinkling eyes. Her fingers were soft like never before and I took a moment to thank the Almighty for being so kind to me. It was love at first sight and in that one moment I had decided to grow old with her. She checked all my features and got a little disappointed with my 3.2MP camera, I don’t know why all the girls want a mobile with a camera not less than 5 MP, if all they want is a good camera why don’t they just buy a digital camera ? It had hurt me terribly and I almost got shattered but soon I consoled myself and tried to keep myself optimistic. 

Then she showed me off to one of her friends. I love that girl! She appreciated me more than what I anticipated. She tried her best to make my love realize that I’m worth and my love didn’t take much time to accept me from the bottom of her heart. She often made me wear pink back cover in which I looked more like a bisexual but I never complained because it has its own advantages, prime one is girls go crazy over pink colour, in the consequence of which, in no time I became the center of their attraction.

For initial few months she didn’t utilize me often. I was taken out only on special occasions which used to make me feel proud of myself that I’m worth of only swanky occasions but that was a story of mere few months. Following that the tragedy of my life began. My love for her faded with time and at this instant we are foe of each other. I can’t stand her complaints and her daily nag regarding my features and above that at least thrice a week she dumps me. Sometimes I wonder was I blind that I fell for her. But then the fact lies that I can’t blame a single girl, as the entire female community sail in the same boat. They love their things only if others think that it’s good and if they don’t get valuable comments about their beloved thing it gets futile for them.

As now I’m living last few days of my life I would recommend all my siblings out there in the world never fall for a girl, she is not worth. She’ll love you little exploit you more. She’ll not think twice before taking you to the washroom (where I have fainted several times due to an odd aroma), neither before keeping you in her jeans pocket in those days of the month. She’ll make the most of you by showing you off to her friends, by facebooking, by checking her mails on gmail and yahoo mail, by playing angry birds in a public place again just to show off and after that she’ll replace you. 

Yes I’m also in the queue to be replaced as sources tell that I don’t work properly, hang most of the time and I run gradually. But you tell me, is it my fault? If I were treated as I deserve, my life would have been much more but just because I was used by sloppy hands, in this juvenile age I’m laying on my death bed.

Don't Fall In love

Don’t fall in love 

If you fear to get hurt

Don’t fall in love

If you can’t accept the regret

Don’t fall in love

If you love yourself

Don’t fall in love

If you can’t lose yourself

Don’t fall in love

If you can’t forgive

Don't fall in love
If you can't forget

Don’t fall in love

 If you can’t keep your promises

Don’t fall in love

If you can’t compromise on things

Don’t fall in love

For the sake of being loved

Don’t fall in love

If you can’t precisely fall in love.

Hottest Girl of the Town

Those zero size figures with body hugging jeans and tops, with a front puff on rebounded hair describe the hottest girl of the town. In the race to be the hottest girl of the town Delhi girls have given up their originality and embraced the most common fashion trend. While traveling in the metro you’ll see thousands of twins. You must be thinking how it can be possible but believe me Delhi girls have made it possible. They all dress up in the same manner, follows the same fashion trend which leaves them all of a kind. When I see a girl in the metro on a day and sees the other girl on the other day in the same metro, astonishingly all I say is, this is the same girl whom I see every day! Over which my friend laughs and tells, they all look the same.

To my surprise my Best friend also joined the league in 2^nd year of our graduation. But it had a small story behind which she told me and now I would tell you. One day my best friend visited to an Owner of a Saree shop cum Astrologer on a recommendation of her friend. That part time astrologer told her that “soon you’ll be the hottest girl of the town” which made her  work on herself. When I see her now, she is a complete changed person not only her dressing sense has changed but her behaviour, thinking and whatnot, the girl who never talked about boys all of a sudden had the topics of boys only to talk about.

Unfortunately she is no more I mean she is no more my Best friend. Not because she turned into a beautiful lady and started thinking that every other boy is interested in her nor that she labeled herself as the hottest girl of the town, just because she lost her inner beauty.

The upper beauty is for days, months or may be for few years but inner beauty lasts forever. We remember Mother Teresa not for her upper beauty but for her beautiful soul. Same goes for Mahatma Gandhi, he didn’t had the Robert Pattinson’s smile neither Tom Cruise’s haircut nor Hrithik roshan’s physique but even today, post decades of his death we remember him.

Every girl is beautiful in her own way which we should appreciate and stop comparing one to another which leads us to the race of being the hottest girl of the town. Let yourself free from all the boundations of looking good instead go for feeling good because beauty comes from within. Your face has the tinge of your thinking. So think good and look good. Cheers!

P.S - I sympathies with those who prefer hot over Pretty and sexy over beautiful.

Uniqueness

It's 6 am and I'm in bed.It's 9 am I'm in bed.It's 11 am I'm still in bed.

Waking up early is always a tough task to follow and after completion of my graduation I preferred not to perform anything tough.

So here I say GOOD MORNING at 11:30 am just an hour before noon.Here lies the first question of  my uniqueness "Why can't I wake up early morning?". 

Early morning! what is early morning? How can we define early morning? For my Mother early morning comes at 6am,for my father it’s at 7am,for my brother its at 8am and for me early morning is at 9am. So I leave that question to you to decide the timings of early morning.

After completing my breakfast, before I could think of something I got an order from my mom “fill up the bottles of water you emptied yesterday”. Ignoring her words I walked to my room switched on the PC opened the FB and did nothing but just stared the posts publishing on my homepage.

It's 2pm and Dad is home for lunch. As mom served him the lunch he asked for water but guess what? all the bottles were empty as the person who was assigned this job was busy in facebooking.  Here lies the second question “Why I’m a procrastinator?”

After lunch I always lie for a siesta, no matter at what time I woke in the morning.So while enjoying my beauty sleep I heard a voice, it was dad’s. He asked to come with him for shopping.Shopping with him is what I pray for the whole year because it's complete nag free unlike mom's.But guess what I refused him because for me waking from half sleep is like Bangladesh winning a nuclear war over America which means “Impossible” no matter how much you try, and the biggest regret for me is I lost the opportunity which was bound to happen once in a blue moon. And here we come to my uniqueness “Why I’m such a sleepaholic?

As I woke from my siesta around 7pm, almost completing a 4 hour slumber, my mom asked me whether I would take tea or not? And guess what? I refused because the most irritating thing I find is someone asking me questions when I’m half insane.But as I freshened up the rats inside my belly asked for their evening snacks and when I looked to my mom making a puppy face she groaned at me saying why can’t I stick to my decisions? Which is just 99.9% right.Unfortunately I ask the same thing to myself”Why can’t I stick to my decisions?”.

All these things make me question myself ”Why am I like this?” Answer is simple, God made me like this. Everyone in this world has his/her uniqueness which we should appreciate because it makes us different from others,It makes us what we are. It's better to be called original rather being called a xerox.So cheers to the originality that we inherent in ourselves.