Me and my cellphone

a diary entry from 16th October, 2010

Rahul S
2 min readApr 16, 2020


Photo by Edrece Stansberry on Unsplash

1. It is 3 am in the night. Well, it is night yes. I usually go to bed at 3. No No. That was pretty metaphorical. I go to bed at 12, yes. But I don’t sleep before 3. The earlier “go to bed” was meant to express my literally sleeping… Fuck. I should sleep now.

2. It is 3:14. The face of my mobile phone clear proclaims that it is indeed, 3:14 in the morning. I tap some buttons and my Facebook homepage appears on the screen. Don’t ask me which screen. Just a tap of a button. The Symbian enabled application logs-in me, into my world. Facebook. But wait!! No new notifications? It was a long 15 minutes before I checked it. Something should have happened. L

3. It is 3:26. I check for the time from time to time. I know my mother may wake up. She doesn’t like me sleeping late. I am reading an e-book. 1984. George Well. It is a great book. I read all my books on my phone. But it’s time for some rest. The headphones are carrying some Pink Floyd genius into my ears. I like to listen to them.

4. It is 3:30 am. Just got a message on my phone. Oh yes. Someone just commented on one of my pics. Let me answer it. Today was an awesome day in college. We had a rocking bakar session in which all kinds of bitching was done. LP (HRC) was the initial hangout place after which we proceeded to a nearby market. We had some awesome clicking experiences. I was too happy with it. So I had put up a status and all my pictures. My 3.5 MP camera mobile came in handy. I love my cellphone. 😛

5. It is 5:30. Mother just switched on some lights. Fuck. Need to sleep. Fuck. Need to update my message. “Gooood morning guys”. I couldn’t have done it but for my sweet One-touch internet.

Why did I share it? Because it shows the way our life was going through a weird kind of metamorphosis in those days. The write up is a kind of satire. Those were the days when the smartphone was just a cellphone. Even though there was already the internet. And life was changing. For a 90s kid from India, the change was weird.

I never knew, then, that we would be able to imagine a world like Nosedive (Black Mirror), and actually live it.



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