Achan's dream and Dreamersdrone...

This must have happened when Achan's God stopped thinking. Since HE didnt need it anymore, he gave his brain away too....well atleast the better part of it. A hardworking Proletariat belonging to a state with Marxist ideals was blessed with a baby boy. 17 years later... The boy had to choose a career and Achan thought of the brightest options...and since God had long stopped thinking...the boy followed suit. He was to become an Engineer. 4 years of tedious labour at one of premier institutes of the country....Achan felt secure. As the year's went by, Achan's understanding of the situation became better and his insecurities grew...but the boy had become wise in his ways....and if he had learnt anything in those 4 years of university education....it was how to maintain a near-incognito status.. While in college, boy had a passion for all this beautiful....and all things that foster connections....to name a few of his interests - women, works of literary geniuses, internet, porn and cell fone network. The former was a mystery and the latter he learnt to understand and treasure. The boy had made great attempts at sowing seeds for a brighter future, when he would step into professional life...by keeping in touch with a lot of young women but always failed to understand their needs...Up to date, there has been only one unbreakable bond between the boy and someone else....his cellphone. Donot be naive in presuming this particular NOKIA to belong in the material world. The function's of this fone once elaborated will personify its existence. It is Achan's only means to put some sense into his Son's ears. For the boy, it is Achan talking to him and the moment the fone rings, the boy shudders. It is also a way to send short messages across distances...and sometimes the boy has dared to send certain text to a certain Miss that would take him another lifetime to utter. It must be noted here that this fone has shown what the words 'Never Say Die' mean. The shelf life of all things....ALL THINGS....in the boy's life is not more than 15 days. Anything that lasts longer requires due respect and honor and all those things attached with the word - Legend. This fone has been in service for more than 3 years now. Sometime last year, catastrophe had struck and I had thought that this was the end...but no...it was a brief period of 3 months...when the fone was in coma....after which it Came back to life as soon as it was given a new battery. A flap fone lost its life in the most cruel way in this span of 3 months - it was decapitated. May its electronic soul rest in peace. The boy learnt to play the guitar....bought himself a guitar...a beautiful acoustic guitar priced at a whopping Rs.6200/-....the first time it broke was after the 14th day...this falling short for its LEGENDary status. An unsung hero because he never made it. The boy has a string of failures with women...which neednt be elaborated and it can be boldly said that the entire Bollywood will be put to shame if a biopic is ever made with the necessary masala.

The boy has successfully become the Agastya Sen of the Corporate world...his activities include - going to office at 11.30 am....sitting there for as long as he is entertained by the internet. Work only when the job needs to be saved...Among the highlights of the day include checking the blogworld for latest updates by dreamersdrone and the best friends. Also logging into Orkut to check for better photographs...

On weekends he likes to avoid fonecalls from home and spend time with some friends...thinking about past. Last weekend he was spotted at a Dandiya Raas standing and staring at the orgy of festivity in front of him....yes he is one of those young men who like to watch....because everytime he tried to move...he was pushed away. And Achan waits at home worriedly thinking....much to his own dismay.

A tribute to the bold force within Achan to keep up this battle.

A tribute to a cell fone which could stand a nuclear holocaust.