Some of you who read my About page must have wondered if indeed I “haven’t replaced my Nokia phone since 2006”. Well, as infomercials say, wonder no more! Behold my cellphone:
I bought it back in the good old days, when a cellphone with a colored screen, a camera, bluetooth, 3G broadband capacity, an mp3 player and a memory card (upgradable to an astonishing 1 gigabyte!) was already considered state-of-the-art. I was so proud of my phone and relished every opportunity to whip it out of my bag.
Nowadays when I do that, my friends with their blackberries, apples, galaxies and desires try to look away. Completely understandable, for who in this smartphone-crazy, status-conscious city still has a cellphone like mine?
Look, it’s thicker than a Kindle!
…or an iPod touch. With a silicone case.
It’s even thicker than … a beef bouillon.
Now I’m no techno-slouch. Gadgets occupy my mind the same way beauty queens dream of world peace. Never a week goes by that I don’t get an urge to rush to the telecom store and get myself a spanking new geniusphone — one that I can tap, swipe, pinch, surf on, sing with and even speak to. I’ve gone to such a store more than a couple of times. But each time, I left empty-handed, having convinced myself once again that I don’t need to replace my lovely, albeit jurassic, phone.
Let me count the whys.
- It still works.
- I’ve had it for so long that my fingers have memorized the keypad and I can ‘blind text’ complete words and sentences.
- Its smooth body feels good in my hand and the keypad is just the right size for my stubby fingers.
- It is durable. It has survived several accidental drops and outlasted three chargers.
- Its ‘age’ has made it the kind of phone that one can safely flaunt on the streets of a crime-infested neighborhood. The fact that it does not have a touchpad makes it a ridiculous thing to swipe.
- I’m cheap.
- I’m a sentimental fool who can’t part with her gadgets easily. (My first cellphone — also a Nokia — and I were together from 2001-2006. We had a monochromatic relationship although it would not let me win in Snake.)
So I guess I’m not yet ready to retire my almost six-year-old cellphone. Despite the fact that sometimes it refuses to receive text messages, I’ll probably be calling and texting on it until it draws its last charge. Till then, phone heaven can wait.