It’s a jolly bright morning and you are brushing your teeth, with groggy eyes, yearning for coffee and some print on the newspaper, when suddenly you hear the beeping of your mobile. Unless you are Shane Warne or somebody who dreads his infamous messages, most living beings on earth leave whatever they are doing and lunge towards the device. Some even secretly hope that their number was one digit away from John Abraham or Bipasha’s and that the message just found its way to them.

Oh whatever….Most of the young hip public loves their SMS. Some even resort to tube feeding to be able to message those urgent lovable messages to their crush, the person next door, the librarian, you get the picture. So the whole idea is we love to SMS and especially wait for an SMS. The beep on the mobile is turning out to be the sweetest thing ever heard on this planet.

Or is it?

Maybe there is a change in scenario. So while you ran out with the toothbrush in your mouth, toothpaste dripping from your teeth while Dad decided that the genes definitely got misplaced and lunged at your mobile and pressed ‘Show’, you stare at the mobile for a long time.

It is the ninety-ninth message from your service provider urging you to join their oh-so-hot cinema special service for an amount that sounds like half your monthly bus fare. Do you want to know who loves whom? Who fell off the stairs while shooting? Why X colored her hair natural blonde finally? Of course, you do. Otherwise how will the telecom industry progress? How will that add to the growth of the economy? Yeah right…..

The amount of exercise in deleting all those ninety-nine messages comes in handy. You are called for using TVs with jammed remotes, stuck lift buttons and grinder buttons. Speak about thumb power. There are definitely more smiles per push for you!

Coming back to the messages, they do get infuriating. The latest one that had smoke coming out of my ears went something like this….

“Are you intelligent? Message to….. at Rs.x per SMS and find out.”

Exactly. That is the power of technology. You need not think anymore. Want to find out if you are intelligent? Just SMS. Will it rain tomorrow? Just SMS. Has the milkman come yet? Oh…just SMS.

I am scared to think of a future where SMS rules the roost. Some very critical conversations would be like this.

At the techno-park:

Girl: I think we need to talk.

Boy: Oh! Why? I thought we were going great guns.

Girl: Not anymore. I checked our compatibility via SMS today. We are at 0.1. I must be better off with a Pisces.

Boy: What?

Girl: What is your friend Varun’s number?

At the hospital. Outside the maternity ward.

Husband: What happened?

Nurse: Congratulations…..

Husband: …

Nurse: ….

Husband: Well, where is the rest of the dialogue? Is it a boy or a girl?

Nurse: I am sorry but you will have to SMS to find out. At just Rs.10 per SMS. It is the festive offer, you see…..

Husband: What???

With all respect to the medical fraternity, I am sure that day will never dawn.

Anyways, there is always the simple option of deleting the message. Of course, you don’t do things that simple. It is human nature to fuss, brag, curse and blog on every little thing if you are bored. I guess it kind of summarises this post. ;)

Gotta go, think my mobile just beeped…