Rant 66: The second one..

Finally I took a sigh of relief. It was a narrow escape. My phone nearly survived a death. The official service center suggested me to keep this back in the recycle bin for e-waste and get a coupon in exchange. I was in two minds then, but I chose to keep it back. I hadn’t called it up on it yet. I knew if I was to lose it, I will take the last(est) chance possible on this earth to have it back.

After a week passed by, I was strolling through the market and incidentally my phone was still in my bag. I just paused by a mobile repairing shop and showed him the phone. He asked me the problem, to which I replied. The same old reply which I had been giving at nearly 10 service centers. Anyways, he took the phone and went inside. Diagnosed it and came out. He said it will be OK and fine and working and all that. He just needs to change the charging port module board and it will be up again.

I really did not believe him to be honest. I told him how much time would it take to which he replied at least 2-3 hours as he’s got some other works to complete first. I told him that I will see at some other place and come back to him if I couldn’t get it done quicker. I did not believe him to the core, well, because I had got the same response from 4 other phone repair shops, to which I agreed, they did something but the phone still did not work. I had to pay the diagnosis charges also. The service center guy had told me the problem is with the mother board and there is no alternative at all. So I had literally no hope that the phone would make it.

Anyways, I went back to him again after an hour. He took the phone and went inside. After 10 minutes, he came out and showed me the phone had started. He told he will now substitute the previous board. It will be all fine.

I felt as if someone just opened up a blocked nose or a fractured limb got walking again. I paid him the amount and came back happily. I quickly created a backup of everything that was there. I left everything aside and spent time updating and installing apps and creating backups, etc.

Suddenly my eyes went to the small phone. It lay on the corner of the table, without a sim and without a memory card. The back cover of the phone was kept next to it and it lay there, looking at the ceiling. Lying lifeless without a battery, without a memory card. I guess that’s what lying lifeless means. I had bought this phone when several repair shops had denied checking on my phone any further as they said it was dead and no way other than was the change of motherboard possible.

This phone, though dead cheap, came in as a useful buddy. I could surf internet and use whatsapp. I could access a small VGA camera and I also had a Google assistant on it. It was really fun with the new feature phone. I knew someday, I would coax into buying a new smartphone again and this will be put aside, but I thoroughly explored the phone, made all the necessary and possible personalisation’s offered in the phone. It really came in handy while I was travelling.

The moment I got my phone back, I nearly forgot about the feature phone. I know my priority for this had changed now. It will be again on a backup bench until the next time my smartphone ditches. I mean, there is no way the feature phone can match the smartphone but the money spent to the features offered ratio is pretty high.  I mean, it gives a huge 3 day battery backup, loud speakers and strong and sturdy physical built-up, this is way more stable and long lasting if compared to the fragile, battery eating and the space taking smartphone. But again, in a world of features, it’s the “latest features” that matter.

I felt bad for the smaller phone. I went up to it. Put up the back cover, packed it into the box and kept it inside the drawer. I know it must be sad. But it would be proud too. Because it knows, I am going to take it out again when I will be in need. DIRE NEED. When nothing else will workout, the smaller phone will. The only thing unfortunate with the smaller phone was that IT WAS THE SECONd ONE. That happens. Even the  other phone knows. I know it too. Doesn’t mean my affection for it decreases, but unfortunately I am not a person who will easily handle two phones. I will surely forget one somewhere. So better I keep it safe. Close to me somewhere. So that I have it by my side, whenever I need it.

Always Ranting, Rantzaada.