Disowing my cell phone

It is like parting with a very personnel thing. It's how my dad felt when I took on his Maruti 800 and then royally rogered a well maintained car to a teenager's damaged haven. How when i returned my first car from work or sold my first self bought car. There is a weird attachment. Logically it is an inanimate object with no feelings but the personalisation of the same and the comfort of owing it as yours, makes the parting so tough.

I like my Samsung black little phone, which is all bashed up. Not a great model but sturdy. It's survived a zillion times I have dropped it, My son has rogered it, its scratched. But today when I have to make a choice between this phone and a swanky Motrola RAZR and logically i rather keep the later, I feel I really like this one. After all it's mine.

To get down to the practical stats too, you know what, It is so difficult to de-personalise cell phones. Photos I can manage, but messages that I don't want to erase, voice mails I want to keep forever. Small little things. OK getting down like a Kasai, down to de-personalisation and looking forward to the new thing. Funny how blogging seems to put most matters to rest and one can just get on... read it over... realise its taken care of....yes you did feel like this... but this is what you need to do and you move on. That by the way, is about blogging in general. I really haven't gotten as wonky as to write this about a phone!!!! :)))