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Please don’t collide your world with her’s-
She barely can keep things straight in there
How do you suppose she has the answers for your cyclones and quakes?
She is the child, not the mother
Rage, greed and lust haven’t been done raping her
Don’t ask her to approve of you-
She is just someone walking by,
Without a map
Do not follow her, she walks on to be lost-
In the woods, in this haze, in her hallucinations
Among the murderers and the other criminals
Wicked she follows, don’t follow her
There isn’t redemption where the road leads
There isn’t hell at the end
It leads you on and on
She leads you on and on
Never ending, never ceasing
Tiring you, frustrating you, beating you

 Photograph courtesy: Sarah Ann Loreth

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Oops! I did it again!

I lost my phone. I lost my fourth phone. I lost my fourth phone in the last four years. It’s a certifiable tradition now. I lost one in 2011, then in 2012, 2013 and now in 2014. And I have no clue how either. One moment it’s there, next moment poof! But if I were to be honest here, I am not even fazed by it. I am surprised I stuck with it for like a year. The way I keep it, dropping it every which way and forgetting about it in shops, library, canteen, labs, classrooms. I mean you’d expect me to know the use of pockets, but nope. But people are generally sweet enough to return it to me. It is a Nokia 100.

So I don’t judge them for not trying to make a sell off it. But the worst part is telling my parents.

“So Mum, I don’t call you ever, but I lost my phone again. Pay for the next one, could ya?”

When I broke the news this time I could feel the wafts of disappointment floating in and this time my mum did the whole “being-irresponsible-is-not-very-adult-like” routine. It was brutal. And I so don’t want to face my brother. He’d be all smug. I hate smug. Smugness is the worst. Don’t you think smugness is the worst?

But tell me, do we really, essentially need phones? Hercules didn’t. Hagar the Horrible didn’t. Gandhi didn’t. My grandma didn’t. And she’s been alive for all this year. See, I have a solid case here. I don’t need one either. I could drop off the face of the earth and no one could ever trace me. They will only have ever heard of me.There will be sightings reported. I could be like an enigma of the mystical. The girl without a phone. Not talking to her besties every minute of the day. Not posting selfies. Is it a coincidence or an enigma of the mystical??
But I need it to wake me up in time. Or wake me up in time to snooze the alarm.

Does anyone remember a time when at the core phones were just a device to talk to people who are miles away? I do. Because I had a Nokia 100.

And contrary to popular belief, it wasn’t black and white.

But they have gone all smart and shit with their apps and stuff. Which people use to crush candies. So, there are tough times ahead. I have to try to save up for something other than clothes. I’ll get by, I am kinda like a super ninja samurai futuristic barbarian. I do need some telekinetic powers, but we can’t all be perfect.