IN FOND MEMORY OF WHAT GUARDS MEMORY

 Suspended animation; it all began there. Despite several revival attempts made numerous times by people in several areas of expertise, the verdict finally came from the expert himself. It was a sudden and unmistakable case of massive cardiac arrest. The death was proclaimed after one fortnight of relentless hard work. It was merely a year and should have perhaps lived many more for that was how ‘it’ was taken care of.

Yes, the deceased was a brand new mobile phone of a well-reputed manufacturer and most importantly indigenous in production. The unaccepted beacon of human existence comes at a huge price. More than the economic value, one would be possibly more concerned about the precious memories, priceless information, and a million other intricate life details that this lifeless confidante, man’s ingenious creation bears.

A simple device that was once considered a priceless possession and only owned by a ‘wealthy few’ has now transmogrified itself into a basic necessity of a social being. Though clichéd, the fact of the matter is that this once tiny device exclusively designed for the sole purpose of communication has become an inseparable part of human life. It in fact goes beyond the usually discussed technological ambit to cover the political, physical, and mental aspects of man.

To classify the sometimes mortifying reactions to a dysfunctional phone as good and bad are arguments like expired poison; one can only wonder if it’s more or less poisonous. It is like losing a journal or an album or a book of accounts that hold intense emotional value for the possessor.

The deceased is none other than my very possession and holds every iota of value because of the aforesaid reasons and perhaps more. Though declared clinically dead the possessor still hasn’t lost faith. It is in the best possible hands who are doing everything humanly possible to retrieve the most life out of it.

All thanks to the brilliant creators who chose to give it larger-than-life features, for if one of them is gone one can be made happier with a better and more efficient version of the same, superior in quality and better in terms of  function. And the good news that can possibly make the most superior human race slightly jealous of his own creation is that there is every possibility to retrieve all our priceless moments, and tightly-secured secrets, meaning it can live with the same soul in a different and better body. That is definitely something that ‘we’ can only dream about!