The humble mobile phone!

The other day the LoML's mobile phone rang while he was in the shower. My dad, who was visiting us, said maybe I should pick up and tell the other person that he would call back and take his message. I was horrified to say the least. Then I gently told him that this wasn't a landline where you were bound to answer and not only that, LoML would call back at his own convenience. I realised then that the mobile phone is not just a phone anymore. And we've become quite arrogant about who we want to talk to.  Take the instance, of the time when I wanted to check the status of sales targets in the North region. After repeated attempts, a small voice answered that the Manager had left his phone at home, could I please call one of the ten shops to see which one he was in? Or the instance when after listening to 'tum to thehre pardesi' some fifty times on my cook's phone, I was told in a stern voice that the phone was in the Police Station as was the cook- he was fined for crossing the railway track and was without a ticket. 

The phone has become a tracking device- well, it is, if you consider how cleanly LoML sometimes lies- saying he's in Andheri when he's actually in Bandra- saying he'll reach there in just ten minutes (when even a chopper would take more than twenty to reach).  It even becomes a playful companion to the longest of drives.  It's also fills in for a computer- surfing the net, writing journals, creating and editing presentations can all be done on the phone.  I'm a staunch iPhone loyalist and I wouldn't dream of using any other phone. 

It's my best friend apart from my 1 year old daughter!