The Desperate Dream.

I remember seeing an advertisement about T100 yesterday. How I wish I could have one! Our world is moving at a pace faster than ever, and it is very important for me to stay updated with all that’s happening. Sometimes I really wonder how it would be if I owned a T100. I wouldn’t have to worry about charging it again and again, or about the phrase ‘battery empty’. I could access all my applications without worrying about a breakdown, and I could talk to my friends all day long!

Light and handy, amazing battery life, and a sleek design- a complete package. Wow!

I decide to push away the thoughts of T100 from my mind, and embark on my completely pointless journey to the internet cafe to complete my presentation. How I wish I could do it on my T100. I plug in my earphones, and the ‘newly-old’ songs start playing again, the same old playlist. The thoughts of owning a T100 drift back into my mind. I could make the presentation at home if I owned a T100. I wouldn’t have to scout places to gather information and process it!

Suddenly, dark clouds take over the sky, and I’m forced to take shelter in the bus stand. Dark clouds, rain and wind- a perfect idea for a poem. I decide to jot down my thoughts immediately, or they are sure to disappear within a flash of a second.

“The wind whistles playfully in my ears,” I type, “and dark cl…”

There you go! This is the 5th time this phone has died this week. I’m completely sick of this nonsense!

T100, yes. I wouldn’t have a problem noting down my thoughts if I had a T100. I could open Microsoft Word wherever and whenever I want, and pen down as much as I want.  I look at the people around, my mind still occupied with thoughts of owning a T100. I wouldn’t be so bored and exasperated had I had a T100. There’s so much I could do. Play games, catch up on news, and talk to my friends, oh! The list is never ending.  Just then, my phone vibrates, and my sister’s name flashes on the screen.

“Hello,” I say.

“Skype at 9 today. Don’t be late. Tell mom and dad to come too,” she says, hurriedly.

“But…” I begin to speak.

“I’m in the office, a little busy. Called up so that I wouldn’t forget, bye.”

Sigh, I’ll have to go back to the net café in the night. (PS- My sister works in Delhi. And I stay in Kochi.) See! I could even Skype with her at home if I had a T100. I crib a lot, isn’t it? You know what? I could even read E-Books on my T100! Oh, that sweet pleasure of reading whenever you want.

And a 2 GB RAM? My god! My vintage PC still has a 1 GB RAM.

Am I sounding way too desperate? Yes? Because that’s exactly how desperate I am to own a T100. No matter whether I’m travelling, or at home, or wherever, my T100 would be my constant and faithful companion.

The rain stops, and I begin walking again, thoughts of the Transformer still fresh in my mind. How I wish dreams came true, some of them, at least.

This post is written for the Time to Transform Contest by Indiblogger.in in partnership with ASUS.

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