My tablet is my best friend. We don’t share just moments but share our life together. We are the best buds forever!! That is why I call her Sakhi.
As most of my friends, I am friends with her because I somehow got to know her and am now stuck with her. I sometimes think I should get rid of her. But thank goodness, I realize its several uses soon enough to decide to hold on to her.
Every day, my morning starts with her. She works as my daily alarm. My mother wakes me up by knocking me on the head with her. I love that physical connection. It has finally helped my head get into the shape that I always desired, an egg. At least I am happy that I don’t have my nokia stone-phone, otherwise I would have had so many dents in my egghead. But now that I remember, the stone-phone never had to be used as a physical alarm. It had a very irritating feature called ‘alarm clock’. Pff! uncreative Nokia. Obviously, they had to fail. So this feature rang a pesky tone that woke me up in the wee hours of the day. Hesitatingly, I tried to use a similar ‘app’ in my Sakhi but her polyphonic audio was so low that I always felt as if I am trying to watch a porn in my room without headphones. Now who would want to wake up in the middle of that?
Anyways, so when I wake up, the first thing I do is brush my teeth. After all, I was told that it’s the first pointer that an Adarsh Balak should follow. I love how my tablet helps me even in such trivial tasks of life. She acts as a brilliant mirror. When she was new, I could use both of her sides. Alas! now one of the sides is so scratched and worn out that I can only use the shiny metallic back. But I have no regrets, for it is definitely better than The Best a Man Can Get.
My Sakhi also acts as my health Guru and aerobics trainer. She is the best frisbee I have ever seen. You don’t believe me? Ask my dog. He is such a great fan of the tablet that sometimes I am afraid that if my tablet were truly a woman she might have picked the dog for her husband. I mean my dog even licks his milk from her, thanks to her innovative saucer curvaceous design. I too tried it once, but I did not like how the cracks in the screen were cutting my tongue. I then reluctantly decided not to compete with my dog.
But just to ensure my hold over her, I take her with me to the office. And what an amazing advantage she has! During the commute I can so easily avoid the traffic with her help. At a signal, I throw her out of my car, in a pretty laptop bag. All the people near me flock towards her and I cruise on the road with an Obama-esque feeling. Thank you dear! And when I come back, I reclaim her from the trash can closest to the signal!! The bag would be gone though. I don’t care about it. My beloved, raw and undressed for me, is exactly what I need after a hectic day.
My beautiful beloved!
But today I am very sad. People are hell bent on throwing a Yoga tablet in my lap. Now I will have to do all those useless things that others keep doing morbidly, and keep talking about. Things like facebook, checking mails, reading news, typing like a ninja, browsing all those uninteresting reddits and lifehackers. I also will have to put my brand new laptop into the closet. Why did Lenovo put so much power in a tablet? Have they lost their minds? But I don’t care about my laptop. I don’t even care about my 40k phone that I so often use for things other than calling, like trying out new themes and icon packs, or beta testing new apps. So, if Yoga forces it to go obsolete, so be it. But, I care about Sakhi. I have assured her, she will still have the same place in my life. After all, Yoga doesn’t even have a single use that my Sakhi has. It can only do useless things to help me barely complete some trivial chores of my life. My Sakhi…. even entire WordPress is too small a database to store the adjectives that I have for her. She will be my BFF! Love you Sakhi! Yoga can at the best be used as a servant, though a skillful one at that. (That’s the only line of appreciation it will ever get. Suck it Lenovo!).
A post for #BetterWay contest by Lenovo, at IndiBlogger. You may like it there if you want 🙂