Nokia 1600

    The year 2007 was a memorable year in my life. It was when i got admission into the best and the most prestigious engineering college in my state. Today i dont know whether I owned it or was just lucky but back then i raised my head with proud. 2007 was not only memorable because of that it was also the first time I had a real phone, I had my own number and all the calls and messages to it were only meant for me. I wonder how a small electronic thing just the size of  a soap can empower a person with confidence and a feel that you are not alone. I could travel any part of the world and still can connect to anybody i want, that thought itself was reassuring. Its unbelievable how a phone has become our closest friend.
   I remember my first phone was Nokia 1600 , It actually spoke a different language. A single missed call was ciphered to hold different meanings those days and they were deciphered accordingly depending on the situations. At night when a girl give you a miscall it meant she missed you and if it was your friend then it meant he is in deep trouble,

call him back. I wonder how these things had a universal code those days. It may be because people could see each others feelings and thoughts even without seeing each other, or may be even if we are of different color or sex or religion ,above all those differences, we were actually the same.

     After my first phone i used three other phones, its wonderful how different apps had made our life easy, how missed call changed to Whatsapp, how people could tell each other whats there inside their mind by words and pictures. I believe or my life taught me when we started to tell each other what really is inside our mind it has created more problems than those hapless miscalls did. When you are angry your words could hurt some one and that effect is irreversible ,which could even cost what is precious to you .But your miscalls can never hurt anyone, and when your anger blew out you can just tell the other person you only meant to say that "I love you more"

That's the reason why my Nokia 1600 is still an inseparable part of my life

what is love?

Its very difficult to understand the very nature of love . How it evolves through time, how it adapts to the surroundings , how it fade away, like a sunset, but i don't think its that colorful as sunset during its dusk, first grey then complete black, so dark that even if you look into your hands they are invisible.
    Its beyond any doubt that our first love is our mother , the very essence of love that we learned lying close to her warm bosom is our first lesson of love. She loved us not hoping that we will love her in return , we will look after her during her returns to the childhood. Her love was unconditional. Even if we had a great first lesson how well have we adapted our love over time, how we learned to forget things , how our true love changed into conditional love
   I see a mother in her senility left alone by her daughters, I can imagine that single mother of three looking after her kids in the absence of her husband ,who went after another woman of better beauty and wealth. I can see that mother who has been disappointed both by her husband and kids. I see her son persuading her to return to her home so that his wife may not be alone looking after his kids, I wonder how his love has evolved, how his tone have changed over time,  Her memory is starting to  fade away, she is returning to her child hood. probably he wants to believe its just a drama played by her, so that he can exploit the last drop of love from her for his kids.

What is love? Its a drama played over and over again, so that it seems no longer like acting but still its a drama well written and acted.

Hope

Have you ever had this feeling that what ever efforts you are going to take ,its going to be futile. Well i had it many times, some times you want to cry, some times you take it with a wild laugh, when purpose is taken away from an action then its meaningless, but what about an action with purpose but still meaningless? But any way you have to do it because thats what you have to do. Life is this collection of so many meaningless action stacked one above the another, we believe at last it all looks meaningful, and that hope is the only thing that makes us to wake up everyday

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -

That perches in the soul -

And sings the tune without the words -

And never stops - at all -

“Hope” is the thing with feathers(Emily Dickinson)