The damn device of the devil was consigned to a tub of water yesterday in a forced baptism of sorts. Now setting me free from the constant being yoked to my email accounts, and being compelled to answer every mail received at the very millisecond I receive it or risk being blown up into smithereens by the aliens controlling social networking sites and blogs and email service providers who are conducting experiments on how quickly they can convert us into a race of people who are content with spending our life telling folks on twitter, facebook, and now buzz how totally cool and exciting we are to have nothing better to do with our lives.
Seriously though, in a moment of bad judgement and acute sleepiness, the phone was dropped into a bucket of water. Donot ask for details. The moral of the story is that one should wait to check mail when one is in a 100 percent dry zone. The mails will wait. The water will not be so kind.
I will therefore be incommunicado till I get myself a new phone, for which I probably need to sell my teeth, my fillings, and my hair for. And staying without a phone, and off email and the internet till I get a new one already feels strange in the way one feels when one goes to zones which have no signal. Disconnected and vulnerable. And twitching to get to an area where the phone blinks back to life and utter irrelevance.
Is this God’s way of cold turkey-ing me off the BB you think? Will it lead to withdrawal symptoms like twitching hands and thumb with phantom pain?