I Love Being Unavailable Poem by Lata S Singh

So last week, it all started from that office terrace,
at around 4 pm. (tea-break yeah)

While fingers playing around with its sleek body
Sipping not-so-hot tea
Gorging on cafeteria maggi
And busy tweeting, RT-ing, replying, checking FB updates.

All of sudden, it slipped off
Tried to grab it
But, it (oops) gone..

It managed to slip from my grip (sigh)
Very next moment, memories attached to it are ‘there’.
Thirteen floors down.
There on the ground.

Shattered. In bits & pieces. (might ran over by some skoda or some such)
My cellphone! !

And for 'exact' three dayz
I was a wanderer without a 'hello, where are you' string.
There were no more,
battery connectivity/low battery/network issues.

In between, to get a feel, how it feels,
I dialed the number.
Just to hear, ‘the Vodafone number I am trying to reach is currently unavailable’! ! (weird i know, but all fun)

Now, there were nothing but just 'me'
& the surroundings.

Then I realized, there were 8 stations in between of the track, I use.

Realized there is a beautiful locality park,
With kids still playing 'gulli danda'.

Realized, the gurudwara nearby is now all renovated,
And started looking like a groom-celebrating-his-25th wedding anniversary.

Realized, what I was missing
I didn't notice all these.
Coz with 'cellphone' in hand
I was always busy texting/tweeting/checking FB updates! !

So, wasn't I liking it?
Yes, I loved it. Loved being 'unavailable'
For I love to wander with 'no strings attached'! !