I’m not very good in keeping track of my phones. The batteries die, it’s just in my bag and always in silent mode that it’s making me miss some calls, I seldom get involved in back to back text messaging. I send a couple of replies and if it’s not resolved, I call. I guess I’m lazy in that sense. I’m sure if I’m not in a postpaid plan, not having ‘load’ will be listed along with my other mobile phone shortcomings.
I was normal once; I was a text addict when I was younger, loved changing phones in the past, but when I joined the BPOs, slowly, I didn’t care about it anymore. It became more of a task, rather than a practical tool. I don’t tell people I’m home, I don’t text my cab details despite being told to do it. I basically run a lifestyle that has ‘no news, is good news’ for a mantra.
Last Friday, I was reminded why we need those mobile phones. I have a practical story and a scary story, I guess the universe just wanted to make sure that I get the point.
Here’s the practical story –
