The life of a smartphone - 5 (The epic finale)

A similar kind of incident had happened again. She had dropped me under a car. There were no regrets on her face when she was picking me up. She was very confident that I would be fine. Did she ever even realize how much effort and pain I had to undergo in order for her to still use me?

This doubt had been growing inside me since the bus incident. I felt I was being exploited and being taken for granted. I contacted my buddy from the shop who was also taken the same day as me by a different person. He told me that there were zero scratches on him and he had a tempered glass put on his screen instead of a mere scratch guard. He was in excellent condition and didn’t even know what being mistreated meant. When he heard of my condition, he said that it had only been a year and it couldn’t be that I was already in such a bad condition. “We are supposed to last much longer. Not make efforts to say alive only after a year of use. This is supposed to happen maybe four or five years down the line” he said.

Listening to all this I had decided that I was indeed being taken for granted. I wasn’t being appreciated for my efforts and was instead being scolded, cursed and laughed at for them. I wasn’t liking it anymore. I wasn’t liking her anymore.

One day, she went to the toilet with me. She had started doing this 6 months ago. Days were still good back then but not as good as they were in the beginning. She sat down on the toilet seat holding me tight. But that tightness was making her hands sweat and all that sweat made me slip and fall into the water below. I can’t even describe the horror I felt when I fell in. It felt very bad. No smartphone should ever go through what I went through that day.

I could see the horror in her face. Then I saw her expression, she was deep in thought contemplating whether to take me out or not. It pained me so much to see that expression. I still held on, because I still loved her but what happened today was the maximum humiliation I could take.

She somehow got me out and looked at me. I was still holding on but it was getting tougher. She thanked her stars that I was still working but my screen got stuck and didn’t respond to her touch. I was done with her. I couldn’t take any of it anymore. She switched me off and tried to switch me on again. But I was dead!

This voice inside me is still alive and I keep seeing her everyday trying to switch me back on again, trying to go to shops to get me back to normal again but the other parts inside me have told that they can’t function anymore because of all that water inside. She keeps going to shops, she has visited three already to revive me but I have decided that even if some miracle happens and all the other parts start working I am officially done with her and won’t let them work for her anymore.

She is very determined and not ready to give up so easily on me. She keeps opening the cupboard she has thrown me in, everyday, taking me out, running her fingers on me and asking me to start working again. She keeps telling me how much she loves me, how well she would treat me once I get back to normal. But I know better. I am not falling for her lies no matter how much earnest they sound.

She has gone back to using a smaller phone again and I hear her telling her parents that she doesn’t want a new phone and will try every possible option to get me to work again. Sometime I feel sorry for her and think I should maybe start working just to see that sparkle in her eyes again, but then I know what will happen a few months later. Everything will go back to normal. I am better off like this without my human.

P.S. – This is in loving memory of my Asus Zenfone 5 which, I dropped in the toilet (I know all of you are going to judge me now). I finally, went to the Asus service center (my last resort) and they said the motherboard is gone and it would cost me 11k INR to get it changed. I was devastated and didn’t buy a new phone for many days. Yes! I did get attached to it. But finally, I did get a new phone because life goes on and you’ve got to go along with it. I still love my Asus Zenfone. But my new phone a Lenovo Vibe K4 Note is good too. However, I am not very sure if it is as happy with me as I am with it. It must be having a million complaints just like my Zenfone but trust me I have changed a lot after my Asus. I still am not over it!  :’( :*

The life of a smartphone -4

It grew more and more worse as time went. She used to leave me to charge overnight and I used to get heated up. Before, she always made sure she never did this by putting an alarm and waking up in the middle of the night and then switching off the charging port. She had gotten very careless with me now.

Then came the summers. I was always hot and needed some cooling down. But she never stopped leaving me to charge overnight. This caused me to heat up even more and I started getting slower. I was so hot that everything was a daze. I couldn’t process anything properly. I heard her telling her friend that I was useless and getting more and more slack by the day. It hurt me so much.

She was constantly hurting me. But I loved her so. I tried in many ways to prove myself to her. Tried to say that I wasn’t so stupid and useless, that I was a great phone. I started working overtime and it didn’t help me in any way. All those extra hours of work were making my processor slower and my battery drain faster which in turn caused her to curse me more. I remember sitting late into the night praying and asking God (if there was one) to show me a way, to make her like me again, to make her love me the way she did in the beginning. Whatever I did only seemed to make things worse. Nothing seemed to work.

One day, after maybe a year of our relationship, she was boarding a bus holding me in her hand. She never put me inside a bag or anything as she was afraid of thieves who would try and steal me. But they wouldn’t if they had seen my condition. I was scratched all over my screen and my paint had come off in many places. There was also this SIM card problem I was facing. Who would have wanted to steal such a phone? So anyway, as she was boarding the bus I felt myself slip from her hands. I wanted to protest but she was in a hurry to get onto the bus. And then it happened. I fell face down on the road under the bus. The moment I fell I felt so much pain! I thought I would die! But all my love for her came to my mind and I thought I had to stay alive at least for her sake. Because no matter how much she mistreated me, I believed she would miss me terribly if I was gone. So with great effort I held on until I felt a hand pick me up. It was her and she was looking at me to see if anything had gone wrong. If not for a few extra scratches on my screen I was fine. She heaved a sigh of relief and got onto the bus where the driver was already scolding her for holding up the line of people getting into the bus.

She got in, sat next to her friend and said “Thank God my phone’s so insensitive. If it were as sensitive as your phone it would never have switched on again.” She and her friend started laughing about the entire incident and I somehow, deep down inside, knew that this incident had given her confidence about my robustness and she would get even more careless with me. But I hoped she would realize how careless she had been and would treat me with a little respect. A little hope never killed anyone, right? But hope was all I had I realized.

Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet – Jamie Ford

Genre – Historical fiction

***WARNING – SPOILERS (Hell, I’ve given out the entire story) AHEAD. PROCEED WITH CAUTION***

Historical fiction is one genre I’m into these days. I loved Orphan Train (by Christina Baker Kline) and jumped at the prospect of reading another such story. So, I bought this book from the Kindle store with free kindle ebook coupons I got with Top Ramen instant noodles (This offer was amazing! I got coupons worth INR 300 and bought 5 books with that. Isn’t that super cool? I’m not sure if the offer still exists though). Coming back to the point, I read a few reviews and was skeptical of it being another regular love story but the author cleared all my doubts because the moment I started the book I was hooked! There was no stopping and the book left me controlling my tears (tears of happiness of course, this book has a happy ending and will leave you satisfied).

The book keeps switching between the WWII times and the late 1980s (the present) and follows the life of Henry Lee, a Chinese immigrant. He is introduced as a widower having a troubled relationship with his college going son who finds Henry very traditional and illiberal. A completely different side of Henry is shown in the past where he is a rebel and quite the adventurer. He meets Keiko Okabe, a Japanese girl at his American school. It is to be noted that this was also a time when Japan were the bad guys and were at war with both America and China, thus causing China to support America in the World War. Keiko and Henry have many things in common. She is also in the school on a scholarship and is subject to bullying for being the traitor (Henry is often mistaken to be Japanese by the Americans). Although Henry is a Chinese at heart (his father’s influence) and has his doubts about being friends with someone from Japan, they both bond and there springs a special kind of love between them. One that is so pure and innocent and can only happen between 12 year olds. They start meeting each other after school at Japantown, which he is forbidden to enter by his father and which is also where Keiko lives. Then comes a time every Japanese is speculated for being a spy and helping Japan. The Okabes are also subject to it despite them being staunch Americans. All the Japanese are evacuated and Henry’s heart breaks. They are sent off to live in camps and right when you think “Please don’t tell me this is over” comes the saving grace in the form of Mrs. Beatty, the cook at school who offers to take Henry to the camps to help her out. He visits the camp every weekend and eventually finds the Okabes and Keiko. Back at home however, things go bad when his parents find out about his feelings for Keiko and his father is furious. Our hero however defies his father which leads to a break in their relationship. A few days later, Keiko’s camp relocates and Henry is all sad about the things he couldn’t do and the words he couldn’t say. His friend Sheldon, the jazz player and also a brother figure, offers to help him out and they both visit Keiko’s new camp. He finds Keiko there and he stays there for the night. He later leaves and they promise to write to each other. When he gets back home he learns that his father had suffered from a major stroke and can’t speak anymore. He also learns that is father is planning to send him to China to finish his studies. He refuses to go but eventually gives in when he learns that Keiko has moved on and has forgotten him. You can’t help but feel angry and frustrated at Keiko at this point and sympathize with Henry. He later finds love in Ethel, the girl who works at the post office, posts his letters to Keiko and later sympathizes with him just like us (I should’ve guessed this). His parents approve of her and they get married after he returns from China. However, he still can’t forget Keiko and before he leaves to China, the day his dad dies, his dad confesses to him that he had stopped the letters from Keiko and had done it for his own good (I should’ve guessed this too). Heartbroken, Henry moves on with his life.

Coming back to the present, Henry’s memories of Keiko are rekindled when he finds a few of her possessions and also the jazz record they held so dear (now broken into two) in the titular Panama Hotel. He tells his son Marty Lee and, his Caucasian fiancé all this and they work on tracing Keiko (you might’ve guessed this). They surprise Henry by giving him Keiko’s whereabouts and there’s a happy reunion (so guessable).

Now, every aspect of this story would make for a beautiful film. There’s a sad love story with a happy ending, villains who get the punishment they deserve, signature items and words like the ‘I’m a Chinese’ badge, the jazz record, the Japanese greeting, which keep recurring throughout the book. Every aspect of it is so predictable (Although I didn’t predict most of them and still curse myself for being so dumb) but the beauty is in the writing style. The author has set up a clever trap where you get so immersed in the words you are reading that you don’t bother to think about what happens next and that is when he springs the twists (how much ever small they may be) upon you. He takes you on this emotional rollercoaster and you leave all cares and readily go with him. I know you might read this review and think of how banal a story this is, but I would advise you to give the writer a chance to work his magic on you.

P.S. Would love to see this book made into a movie. Given that the story is made as it is without any exaggerations and deviations that Hollywood is notorious for.

Rating – 4.25/5 (Marks deducted for my dumbness :P)