From an N-Gage QD to a Sony Ericsson W810i - the story of a lifetime

My story begins like everything else - 'with an N-Gage QD, a hutch connection and a little bit of luck'. My story is a long one and a very dramatic one.

As part of my preparations for starting college life, i did the most important thing that any student would do..... get a new cell!! (that is the ultimate for 9 outta ppl, isn't it??)..... it was one of the best things that ever happened to me until then!!........ getting a cellfone that was a trendsetter meant more than the whole world to me (tho when i got it, the trend was far forgotten)...... the second day in the life of my N-Gage was not the most ceremonious as one would imagine!!........ my mumma who was not to familiar with cellfones sends my N-Gage en route the floor..... i cudnt blame her 2 (my chveet mumma)..... she never knew what VIBRATION mode in a cellfone was...... so petrified was she with the UNUSUAL behaviour of the N-Gage that it goes straight down...... knowingly or unknowingly, i made it a point to carry forward that legacy and drop the N-Gage down atleast once or twice......... and let me make it known to everyone that the N-Gage was such a superbly fortified piece that it never ever gave way!! (and when it did, it got damaged beyond repair..... i'll come to that also)..... and if i sit back to introspect, i realise i spent more than 536 hours on my N-gage in about 28 months (536:37:52)..... that transalates to about 22 and a half days....... according to my dad, had i taken God's name so intensely, then i surely would have attained MOKSHA (SALVATION for those hu have some kind of inexplicable derision toward our mother tongue)...... the first few months with my VIDEO-GAME (thats how d cell appears to b to illiterate GAVTHANS) were rosy and exciting........ every time the cell rang, everytime it received a message, there was a surge of ecstacy..... every dum forwarded hindi shayari seemed colorful at the onset..... every sardar PJ seemed hilarious........ but with the passage of time, the aura, the charisma, the novelty of the messages faded away..... in fact, such was d annoyance that i even contemplated of asking Orange, then Hutch and now Vodafone to block incoming messages...... after 8 months u realise, u have 6 variations of the same message (something like Jhoom Barabar Jhoom)....... all said and done, nothing can beat the capacity of a N-Gage QD to bear physical torture........ imagine a phone that pops out of ur shirt pocket whilst sprinting on a railway station and goes skidding for abt 3 feet along the carpeted surface of the station...... how happy would the owner of the phone be to realise that there was only 1 dent in the body of the phone (d dent is evident till now)...... the phone functions as smoothly as cud despite going through so much of rough handling.....'THE TEST OF FIRE SURELY MAKES FINE STEEL'....... if that was not enough, thers another dramatic episode..... imagine the same phone that slips from ur hand and gets rammed into the floor of the college classroom.... and this time, the entire body of the phone opens up....... as in, the anatomy of the phone was visible to the naked eye....... yet from the moment i assembled the pieces together, the phone is perfectly perfect....... not a hint of gruesome torture....... and the epitome of the resillience of my phone is that it survived 26/7...... drowned in water for abt 2 hrs.... and within 48 hours, it miraculosuly begins to work (only the display screen was required to be changed)...... which other fone on this planet called earth can survive such levels of torture?!?! in fact my N-Gage QD was my FIRST CRUSH (note: there are many firsts, depending on the situation)....... there were very few days when the phone didnt find itself below my pillow @ night (my mumma always was worried i wud get Brain Tumour.......i was all the more happy..... i knw i have a brain)...... and then i was habituated and addicted to my darling..... i might have forgotten my house keys 'n' number of times..... neva was my N-Gage forgotten, but for one exceptional day (it actually was exceptional)..... it was the first event of the Planning Forum ( i was supposed to be hosting the enitre event.... Dylan O'Brien is what i was called)..... with all the pandemonium, all the excitement, all the tension, i sumhow, inexplicably forgot about the Love of my Life (i'm tho thorry)........ actually it was the joy of getting into my best formal outfit that over-shadowed my N-Gage........(i sumhow appear uncharacteristically civilized in formals)........ intelligent talks apart, my N-Gage has been my companion thru good times and bad ( i had most of my verbal give and takes on the N-Gage)..... very few phones can beat the utility of the N-Gage....... get in a 512 MB..... put in about 100 songs..... it becomes an i-pod...... put in abt 15 games...... it becomes a Game-Boy....... but in a few softwares.... u can make it a music-mixer..... a photo editor...... a music composer..... everything....... u name it and the N-Gage can do it....... the all-time classic lacks in just 2 aspects...... no camera and no FM...... but u cant have everything under the sun....... (if u havent yet realised, i've only been bragging about my cell...... its my area of expertise...... exaggeration).... the THEORY OF OPTIMUM OUTPUT applies beautifully to my cell...... over the 26 months i used it, the atena was utilized beyond normal capacity..... maybe the 'ganna-wala' spares some life in the sugarcane than i spared in my cell!!...... in fact, the atenna was damaged beyond repair .... d poor thing could not catch the network ...... i wud more often than not be hanging outta my window and yelling...... yelling so loudly that my voice wud reach the person on the other end aerially rather than thru d fone..... passers-by wud actaully look up to say HI and i wud look-down to say BYE...... but then, u wud neva accept the fault of ur beloved, wud u??..... so then u make up stories about how Hutch signal sucks...... how d Airtel tower in the opposite building interferes with the Hutch signal n blah blah...... but the fact remains that the cell had been over utilised...... the law of negative returns had set in (sure Amita Vaidya is proud of me ...*blush*)...... but the characteristics Indians as v r, u wud still believe that ' YEH DIL MAANGE MORE'..... so u use the fone to the limit.... maybe cross the vertical limit..... but then, inevitably the day came when the N-Gage had to go..... the end of my longest relationship with no infidelity!!..... and on the sixteenth day of september two thousand seven, on a sunny afternoon, after a sumptuous lunch, after a long travel to Globus i finally got myself a SONY ERICSSON W810i.....a walkman phone.......yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!....... sleeker than the N-Gage...... betta features..... camera..... radio .... (ur present affair is always betta than ur ex, isnt it??...... but ur ex will haunt u!!)..... in the firt seven days, i spoke out 5 hrs, 27 mins and 16 secs..... forgetting that tho the cell may have been new, the sim card was the same...... i was in the midst of the billing period..... hutch wudnt discount my bill coz i got a new phone!!...... but wateva.... as the feeling sunk in..... as the sorrow of parting ways with the N-Gage was overcome i just realised that the N-Gage shall always be the N-GAGE...... the new cell brought along with itself so much of attention (i neva received so much if it all thru my life ..... but in 3 days i more than compensated 4 it)...... the speakers that came along with the cell were the talk of the college (*exaggerative hyperbole*)....... i've promised to reserve 100 MB of for my friend to take only her pics...... the cutest thing on earth!!..... from the other 400 MB, 100 MB is purely for rock music..... and teh other 300 is random (cuhmon ppl.... i'm not formulating a 5-year plan)..... and may i request u all to pray for me that my dear little sony erisson wich weighs only 99 grams, which has a 22 MB inbuitl memory, which has 512 expandable MMC, which d best set of earphoes and portable speakers and many more thing remains with me for atleast 28 months (the N-gage shud b happy that it enjoyed more loyalty)

He Died a Fighter's Death

Not often are such men born who influence their sphere, but he did it ...... Not often are such men born who build teams that cannot be defeated, but he did it ....... Not often are such men born who convert a galaxy of stars into a TEAM, but he did it ...... Not often are such men born who are called Jose Mourinho!!.......

20th September 2007 shall be remembered as one of the saddest days in the history of world football........ 20th September 2007 shall go down in the history of Chelsea FC as one of their most shameful days...... a manager, a coach, a friend, a philosopher, a guide who orchestrated the club's most victorious and glorious patch in their history today in the most abruptly dramatic exits, parts company with his club....... A man who always stood his ground, stood by his word, spoke the truth, did what was right has been rewarded with the most disgraceful reward one would ever imagine ........ once again it has been proven that money was, is and shall always outweigh principles and uprightness ...... Which school of thought justifies the fate of Jose Mourinho??...... Under his enigmatic leadership, Chelsea FC emerged as winners of the English Premier League after more an 50 years...... During Mourinho's tenure, Chelsea FC have not lost a single match in the EPL at Stamford Bridge for over 3 years!!........ Mourinho is one of the very few managers to have won 6 tropihies in three years......... Mourinho might as well be the only manager to win the domestic league in his first season...... But a billionaire who doesn't have even the remotest idea of what football is...... who just knows that a great striker is his close friend and should play in his club, whether he fits into the scheme of things or no...... who just knows that his manager has to produce ATTRACTIVE football........ who just knows his manager has to get him every trophy thats up for grabs........ who just knows that his billions can build an invincible galaxy of stars........ merely due to his ego, this BILLIONAIRE creates a situation wherein Jose Mourinho and his soldiers part company!!

With the departure of Jose Mourinho from the EPL, the life, the essence, the soul of EPL has gone forever..... all the colour, all the spice, all the entertainment that Jose brought to th EPL shall be missing....... his statements termed as ARROGANT by many idiotic tabloids were always the truth...... they may have been terse, but they were REALITY..... No manager has the audacity to go sliding on his knees on the Camp Nou ch in a European match against Barcelona...... No manager ever has asked a written apology from a refree for some horribly wrong decisions....... No manager has ever said something like - If I wanted an easy job, I'd have been at Porto.... Champions League trophy, God and after God, me .

If there ever was any complaint against Jose Mourinho was that he didn't play ATTRACTIVE FOOTBALL...... he played BORING football...... it can never be termed BORING..... at least, for those who know football, it is anything but BORING..... in fact, i wud term it as CLINICAL APPROACH...... such was the stratergy of 'the special one', that other teams always preferred 'not to lose a match against Chelsea... winning was secondary'....... to Jose Mourinho goes the credit of making a side that cannot be defeated...... to Mourinho goes the credit makin a TEAM out of highly rated stars...... to Mourinho goes the credit of being GOD!!!

With the exit of Chelsea, there certainly will be a mass exodus of the Chelsea tema...... Drogba, Lampard, Malouda, Essien and Carvalho shall not be BLUES by January!!...... There goes a heart-felt advice to Mr. Abromhovich........ "Jose Mourinho can't manage a business..... u can't manage a football team"...... n if u still wondering, these words of wisdom are exclusively the words of Jose Mourinho

The ant is betta than u..... u knw why??.... d ant can bite u ur arse..... can u??...... simple implication - do not underestimate ur opponent....... i told My Little Angel this...... u may be Numero Uno in X & 0...... but when it comes to DOTS, do not over-estimate yourself!!...... u neva knw...... every dark cloud has a silver-lining...... but u cant help it when people are obstinate!!..... Over-confidence is a mortal sin...... so as decided by destiny, the game began........ as irritating as i can get, i started with the most boring game on earth..... also suffered early jolts when i gave away sitters to the ANGELIC DEVIL........ but then the TACTICAL ADAPTATIONS resulted in me winning the first game...... mere fluke.... upsets do take place.... doesnt mean i am better than some-one else in the game...... then began round 2...... the stalwarts of the game began imposing their prowess and expertise from the onset.... from 12 - 6 down, she takes a lead of 12 - 17........ but then destiny had other plans...... there had to be one loop-hole....... and in a nail-biting, heart-wrenching, hair-raising encounter, somehow, inexplicably th under-dog turned out victorious...... it was a rude shock to the pride of the champions, but there was no such intention to undermine the talent of the premiers....... all in all, it was a defining day in my DOTS career and i shall make this milestone a stepping stone to success.....

PS: U'll get your chocolate girlie... dont worry

Respond. Don't React...... this is hat i've been taught all through my life ...... and this is what i've een practised for a major part of life...... but then what on bloody earth do you do if something like this happens....... u r sitting in a restaurant with your closest friends ....... having the best of times.... but then out of the blues your antique N-Gage QD rings..... as old as it is you wud seldom hear what the person on the other side says..... but then if the news is what it is, the sound vibrations somehow get a new frquency wave and the words seemingly are crystal clear..... its not the effect of Marijuana (yes!..... the thts the lasting impact of my F.C. teacher that i rememba F.C. as well as i do)..... when someone tells u something like: "First Muhammad Ali Jinnah died..... the Osama pulled down the WTC...... then ICAI announce the CPT results...... all on 11th September".. how on the flowering bosom of Mother Earth do you RESPOND....... its is NORMALLY HUMAN to potray a reaction that more or less resembles an AGHAST LOOK....... een the Kanjivaram Idli, which is you all time favorite suddenly seems to have lost its taste...... suddenly from all the noise your friends make, theres SILENCE..... DISTURBING SILENCE....... you sit and count..... 96 hours..... thats all you hav!!............ an idea strikes you then..... LIVE LIKE YOU'VE NEVER LIVED....... then you spend 24 hours thinking how to live like u've neva lived...... then u realise 72 hrs....... on Sunday you wake up leisurely at 11:00 a.m....... by the time u r out of ur sleep, u realise that u have exactly less than 48 hours to go........ INTELLIGENT thoughts cross your mind...... articleship...... F.Y.B.Com attendance.....the principal breathing down ur neck....... and then you say "JO HOGA DEKHA JAYEGA"..... say CHAK DE

PS: the blog is inspired by yours - Suchita..... but no plagiarism!!.... all of us think on similar lines

When u enter the I.J Patel LiAbrary of N.M. College of Commerce and Economics, somewhere just at the entrance is a prominent metallic plate, on whic are engraved the set of rules that we as students are expected to follow whilst in the liAbrary..... the first rule says: "Talking in the liAbrary is not permitted".... let me at the very outset make it crystal clear that nowhere is it mentioned that LAUGHING IS NOT PERMITTED..... as sincere and studious as we are, we spent 2 hours in the coziest corner of the library just scanning thru huge reference books (1 which i got only due to my superlative Marathi prowess..... i only had to tell the librarian - "Kaka, fee receipt gharee visarlo.... book dyaa nah..... asa kaay kartaat?..... magical words).... after 2 laborious hours of merely marvelling at the quantum of the F.Y. BCom syllabus and making mind-boggling discoveries), as a stress buster, one of my friends (who belongs to the same category that i do) narrated a rather grave incident..... an incident that was a prank that he played on one of his poor friends..... at the end of the narration, that received utmost attention (not even my ECONOMICS teacher in junior college received as much attention from me ever) there was an outburst of hysterical laughter..... so contagious were the viruses of the inane laughter that the entire library began laughing coz we were laughing..... and we in turn laughed again coz they laughed at us coz we were laughing.... little did we realise that our decibels would embarass Maria Sharapova and effortlessly outclass her grunts.... if that was not it, the vibrations sumhow managed to travel a floor down to the alert watchman.... d poor fella, to save his job sprints up to us and yells "AB AAP LOG BAHAR JAIYE.... YEH KOI HASNEKI JAGAH HAI?".... the guilt that was within us finally surfaced and we burst into another roar (but not as loud) of laughter.... there was not an iota of shame or disgust or remorse or any other such emotion that is NORMALLY potrayed!!.....