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An eye for an eye

People can get a little clingy with things/people that show them a lot of affection and give them the most attention. I am one such person. There is one certain thing that I cling on to all the time. One may consider it to be just another thing that is used for its purpose and leave it there. But me, I am so obsessed with it that it has to be there with me no matter what; when am on my way to university, on my way to work, when with my friends, at home when am bored and finally it has to be right beside me when I am sleeping. I cannot eat or sleep without it next to me. It is quite difficult you know. This thing that I am talking about has a mind of its own. She listens to me and gives me the right results most of the times. One fine day, she finally decides to crash. Along with her my whole life comes crashing down. I feel betrayed. I feel hurt. I feel like my right hand has been chopped off.

She was my better half. She helped my capture the best of moments. And now she was gone. She refused to work for me. I had no idea why. She was so sleek and silvery. I missed touching her surface and tuning her according to the way I wanted the result. I missed her very much.

Then came along her evil twin. She looked NOTHING like her. She did not respond the way my previous bum chum did. She refused to capture the niceties of my life. I did not know how to operate her. I had no idea how to tune her to get the right effect without any confusion. With all the hesitation I took out the manual that came with Blackie’s box. I had to learn how to use her. Can you believe it?! Life was way easier with my Sleeky, you know. I did not have to pick up any god forsaken manual for me to know how she was to be operated.

Anyway, I still went ahead with reading the manual. Finally after a getting a rough idea and also after a Lott of practice, I finally learn how to operate this thing. My! What a task it was!

Carrying on, I start using her properly. It took a lot of time for me to get acquainted with all the buttons on her. And now Blackie is my second love. Sleeky will always be closer to my heart. May she rest in peace.

Right. Now I am hoping you know what I am talking about. If you still can’t figure it out, read the entry again. =)

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