I have been vaguely mystified by the mobile phone for a while, my article on the missed call bears testimony to that, another mystifying feature of this, "god forsaken contraption," the touch screen. So here I am at the mobile store and the salesman seemed to be particularly keen on selling me the Blackberry Storm, the touchscreen hot seller. Now I am not a phone enthusiast, "they sure as hell confuse me," as much as the ps3 gaming console, but I got sold on the idea and bought myself the top end touchscreen Blackberry Storm. Sure enough, there was a storm brewing up somewhere, "and it was in my top end too", the phone was as confusing as the bat to me.
Now here was how my first call ended, i picked up the call and spoke a few lines and then, " in a flurry of action," my fingers touched something and the call was on hold, what was going on, "what did I touch, what did I touch," I flipped my phone from the ear to in front of my eyes, everything seemed alright here, what did I touch what did I touch, this one was for the techies and geeks. Next came my second call of the day and the same scenario repeated. The Storm was sensitive for sure and it wouldn't let me on to what had happened, but this I was sure, "A device from hell," manipulating me and doing nasty things to me when I was on call. Now I am not butter fingered but I do sometimes get fidgety on the call, "don't we all" and I pry the phone from one to the other, my ears sticking close to the screen, sometimes even using both my hands for a job, with the phone between my ears and the shoulder. My other phone, that I exchanged for this one, was much more accommodating and comforting, "accommodating is not a word to be used here," after all I had been more than accommodating in loosening my pockets for this one.
I went back to the store and the salesman quickly pronounced me as "butterfingers", I yelled back, " I am not," calm down I told myself, you like the salesman but just don't like the mobile. Talk your way through this and sure enough he said, there is a "hold" icon that I was inadvertently pressing on the mobile. "Ah," I said, it solved my problem as much as the world has solved, "global warming." Glumly and meekly, I took the mobile back from his hand and mentally thanked him and told him, " I will try to do better on the next call." When the next call came, I was scared of picking up the phone, "what would I touch this time," I gingerly picked up the phone and pressed the green button to answer and started talking. I suddenly realised, I was so busy avoiding the "hold" icon on the screen that I wasn't paying attention to who I was speaking to and what I was talking, it was just jugglery with the phone, "the circus artist in me," was taking birth. Here I was playing with my mobile and also generating ideas for alternative employment. This time the "conference" icon got pressed, "Damn, where was all this taking me." This phone was generating more anxiety in me than anything else, the post sales process had been a writ off.
Technology takes us forward, touche'.
Now here was how my first call ended, i picked up the call and spoke a few lines and then, " in a flurry of action," my fingers touched something and the call was on hold, what was going on, "what did I touch, what did I touch," I flipped my phone from the ear to in front of my eyes, everything seemed alright here, what did I touch what did I touch, this one was for the techies and geeks. Next came my second call of the day and the same scenario repeated. The Storm was sensitive for sure and it wouldn't let me on to what had happened, but this I was sure, "A device from hell," manipulating me and doing nasty things to me when I was on call. Now I am not butter fingered but I do sometimes get fidgety on the call, "don't we all" and I pry the phone from one to the other, my ears sticking close to the screen, sometimes even using both my hands for a job, with the phone between my ears and the shoulder. My other phone, that I exchanged for this one, was much more accommodating and comforting, "accommodating is not a word to be used here," after all I had been more than accommodating in loosening my pockets for this one.
I went back to the store and the salesman quickly pronounced me as "butterfingers", I yelled back, " I am not," calm down I told myself, you like the salesman but just don't like the mobile. Talk your way through this and sure enough he said, there is a "hold" icon that I was inadvertently pressing on the mobile. "Ah," I said, it solved my problem as much as the world has solved, "global warming." Glumly and meekly, I took the mobile back from his hand and mentally thanked him and told him, " I will try to do better on the next call." When the next call came, I was scared of picking up the phone, "what would I touch this time," I gingerly picked up the phone and pressed the green button to answer and started talking. I suddenly realised, I was so busy avoiding the "hold" icon on the screen that I wasn't paying attention to who I was speaking to and what I was talking, it was just jugglery with the phone, "the circus artist in me," was taking birth. Here I was playing with my mobile and also generating ideas for alternative employment. This time the "conference" icon got pressed, "Damn, where was all this taking me." This phone was generating more anxiety in me than anything else, the post sales process had been a writ off.
Technology takes us forward, touche'.
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