Of martians and cellphones

1100. Validity. Talktime. Top-up. MMS. SMS.

These are some of the words that have been newly appended to my dictionary. I have found out that the best way to keep a curious martian curioser is to give him a cellphone.

I tell you, cellphones are an amazing technology. And I hate them.

I dont know why I had this sudden craving for a phone. I don't have any close girlfriends right now to keep in touch. No pressing business that I need to stay up to date with. No particular urge to keep in contact with friends and family. Then why?

I guess that's a rhetorical question. I have bought it now. Succumbed to the Satan. Question is, am I going to change?

I like observing people, noting subtle gestures and writing about them later. Months from now, I am not sure if I will be able to look up from the display. Scary na? I have vowed to myself that I will not look at the phone when I am talking to someone. And I have vowed many times before.

So far, I am holding up. It still looks like a little box in my pocket. Heavens forbid when my life dwells in my pocket.