"The" blackberry craze!

Supposedly, the basic function of a phone is to make and receive calls.  And, that is exactly what I don’t do with my blackberry (read ‘little devil’). I hate to receive calls. But the moment the tiny little thing on my cell blinks (for all technical discussion, I would call it as panic button), I have to compulsively see why it is blinking. If there is a disease called as blackberry mania, I think I am its worst sufferer. 

It all started very gradually. I still remember the day my dad bought me the little devil. I was in absolute love with it, but did not even bother to get the much talked about blackberry services activated on it.  As I am not too fond of receiving calls, the little devil pretty much used to work under my command. I used to pick it up only when I had to make calls. Life was good! I used to sleep peacefully. Aah, the little pleasures of life!

 And then came the fateful day! I was cajoled to get the blackberry services activated on the devil. I succumbed to the peer pressure and bam, one fine day I got them activated. I configured my personal and official mail on it, downloaded Google talk and started adding friends on the “BBM”. Little did I know then that my life was about to change for good. It was almost like a love affair. I was practically hooked to the devil almost through the day and started spending my nights with it. But, I was sure that my infatuation would end in a couple of months.  The lust does not last longer than that, isn’t it? I did not know I was so wrong.

As days passed by, I was all the more attracted to it. I started carrying it everywhere I used to go. My morning regime of reading newspaper in the loo went for a toss.  Knowing fully well that my little devil cannot withstand water, still I could not resist the temptation of carrying it to the bathroom.  My devil started accompanying me to office’s meetings, friends’ places, pubs..every place I can possibly think of.  And, it did not end there. I developed the obsession of replying back to every ping, mail and pin! I was extremely well connected with all my acquaintances and my real friends started drifting apart. But, I could not care less. I had my angel (oops devil) with me. I could not keep my hands and eyes off my devil. I was so glued to it. I stopped wearing those trousers which did not have pockets. I was so possessive of it; I did not want any distance between us. By now, I was completely sure that I could not think of a life without it. I was still very happy.

But of late, this devil has started bossing me around. Now, I am extremely captivated by it. My fingers hurt but I can’t stop typing. I have to look at the panic button after every 2 minutes to see if my devil is calling me.  Even if my boss is sitting right across the table, I can’t stop myself from taking orders from my real master.  Almost every night, I get up from my peaceful sleep just for a glimpse of my devil.

Now that the things are completely out of my control, I have started practicing celibacy. I keep the devil away from my sight and make promises with my soul that I won’t touch it for next 15 minutes. But, I fail miserably.  It rules my brain, eyes, hands and soul.

For the love of the Lord, someone please treat my mania!