When I stepped into college, I was fascinated by the fresh air of being young. It amazed me that once you entered college, you ruled yourself . I was eager to taste the new found freedom .
After my first two weeks of college, I convinced my parents how badly I was in need of a cell phone and that I would be incompetent without it. Unfortunately, my parents fell for it. There was it. My first cell phone. A ten-digit number of my own.
I felt on the top as I could talk to my mates at any hour , any minute. The tiny gadget became my best pal and eventually I found it difficult to part with it. I took it along with me wherever I went. To the bathroom, to have dinner, in my books ,to almost all occasions, my mobile was my inseparable friend.
As time passed by, I felt devoid of human beings. I did not see the importance of having a conversation or at least let the person know that I was listening to him but my eyes stayed glued on the wide screen which beeped almost 24 hours. My dad was amused that my contacts were so wide that I had people talking to me whole time. When curiosity got the better of him, he checked my phonebook . He would not have been able to figure out anything as all the numbers were stored with a single letter alphabet to keep the name discreet.
Not that I used to have any professional important conversations as mine usually included “ “ wat ya up2” “ me brd? N u” “ ah, same her” “oh grt””. Well , at that point of time these conversations did matter a lot to me. I realized that I was not being dependent on my pals but on an electric gadget. The mobile was ruling me. It did not take long for the phone to take control over my actions.
Even if I were engaged in a deep talk or watching my favorite show, it was a beep of my phone which could put me to my legs at any instant. In the middle of a dark night, when I am sleeping with my eyes stuck to my eyelids and dreaming about fantasies, my adorable phone would vibrate cruelly under my pillow. Of course I had difficulty getting back to sleep, but I never seemed to mind this constant torture of my friend. Instead I gave in to whenever it ringed.
It was only as I grew up with time , I felt it was time to show my little pal “ who ruled whom” . I was determined to prove to my folks that I was not a mobile geek which was what I was named due to my attachment with the phone.
When I lessened the action of being a slave to my phone, I also felt how important people meant to me who yearned to have a human talk with me. That was it, today its me who is the master of my phone as it was supposed to be. I am no longer a slave to it. Though we are still together, we mind our manners.
- Worcester, MASSACHUSETTS, United States
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