The Thumb Generation's Ode to the Mobile Phone

Salutations to you, dearest Mobile phone
Whose technology has enslaved me to the core
Man is born free but everywhere with a mobile phone.

Not a day passes without your presence in our lives.

Chivalry and adventure has been my constant companion
Ever since I embraced thee…
Chivalry in proposing my love to an unknown yet attractive girl
Adventure in tackling four to five prospective … at the same time…
Sometimes my thumb proposes, her thumb disposes
And at other times, I charm yet another through
A mere forward…
Forward sms’ have thus become a way of life for me…

Marriages are made in Heaven,
Not anymore… you have taken over dear mobile phone…
Thou art a boon to the layman, shy and introverted,
For the naïve bloke who doesn’t know the intricacies of romance…
It is you who have made it possible
To win over a girl by a ‘chivalrous’ message
Just by a display of linguistic pomposity
(Albeit forwarded from a friend’s mobile)

Your ‘sweet’ messaging services are a boon to all alike
Relationships are
Made,
Maintained and
Managed
Through a world of forwards
Cos, for the first time
the thumb has become more mightier than the sword…
Friends need not meet over a cup of coffee any more
Lovers need not talk to each other to understand each other…
A forwarded message is all that is needed
For a ‘perfect’ understanding between partners

Furtive glances and surreptitious love letters
Have become a thing of the distant past!
Thanks to your fascinating spell
That has charmed both young and old alike…

Parents are apprehensive of your presence in their children’s bedrooms
Cos you have taken over deftly
The precious little time they had had for their dear ones.

Post and Telegraph offices the world over wear a deserted look
Cos your onslaught has given them a run for their money.

Valentine cards, Birthday cards and festive cards have plummeted in sales
Thanks to your cute and sweet picture messages
Which speak a million cards put together…!

Teachers and Professors alike find it hard to deal with you
Even as concentration in the classroom has taken a nosedive…

Yet your presence in the classroom, unseen to the teacher
Has given the student manifold chances for creativity…
Never ever will he utter the words “The lecture’s quite bugging!”
Cos with mobile in hand and girl friend in the last row
Even the ‘hell’est of classes get transformed into the heavenliest of places.

Today everybody venerates and adores you
Even the Sadhu and the sanyasi envy you
You are a present to the present generation
Cos without you many sink into despair…

Even as we venerate you,
We could hear your still, deep voice echoing in our ears
Saying thus…
“No man is an island
But beware…
Without me in hand
You may become one…!”

We don’t know whether it’s a gentle coax or a veiled threat…
But one thing is for sure…
That …
We don’t want to be in an island…!
Never…!
Cos
It’s not the heart anymore…
But the thumb that really matters…!