There is nothing like a mobile ringing unremittingly to drive you wacky , especially when the owner has left his phone behind and is blissfully unaware of the noise mayhem it is creating for those in its unfortunate vicinity. I experience it so often at my workplace. I am deep in thoughts on developing a strategy that will garner an overwhelming response for my Road show’s or how can I best leverage on our existing analyst relations, when suddenly out of nowhere the place booms with ‘ I am a Barbie girl in a Barbie world ‘ and to make matters worse the racket is right behind my workstation and the owner of the blessed thing is a 5 .11 swarthy man ! geeeez ... Identity crisis anyone !
Funny as it sounds , it’s extremely bothersome to be caught at the wrong end ... and sometimes the ringtones are not all that appropriate ... I remember when we were in a meeting once , debating on why Independent Software Testing is all that a big deal with a valued client when without warning one of our Delivery Managers phone rang joyfully ‘ Give it to me baby ... uh huh uh huh ... Give it to me baby’ much to the horror of all of us present . And no, the client did not give it to us .. The business deal, of course ! But nothing beats the time when it was a lazy afternoon in office and our floor was trying to digest the heavy but unsavoury afternoon meal served at our cafeteria , when out of the blue a tough voice boomed ‘Phone utha , abbe saale phone utha , kutte phone utatha kyon nahi ! ‘ Needless to say every one of us picked up our phones to appease the livid voice , while the guilty party dashed into a conference room to escape our collective glare.
But my misadventures with this instrument is not limited to the office alone , where I must confess I have seen most mobile bloopers. There was this instance in church ( yes, you heard it right , church ) , when the pastor had just finished delivering a powerful sermon on how we must live our life for others and not be self centred and selfish , when Madonna in full throttle began to croon “ Papa don’t preach ! ‘ The disconcerting song was traced to Abbey in the last pew , who was all red in face and for the next one month was the subject of aggressive counselling by all aunties and uncles and elders and pastors and deacons in the church. We, youngsters learnt a valuable lesson that day: Change your mobile tune to ‘God is good all the time’ on Saturday night ! A rule that I still abide with :)
But all said and done. I sometimes feel what would life be without these omnipresent mobile tunes .Maybe church services would be conducted more smoothly , meetings would have less glitches, movie watchers will not have unwanted music mixed with the ones they paid for, maybe workplaces would have less noise pollution and maybe Mukesh Ambani will share his vast wealth with me ( ok ok , forget the last one), but come to think of it , life would be a little more silent than what it is now and maybe in spite of all my cribbing , I would miss that laugh a mobile blooper guarantees. So folks all I can say is ... Bebo, bebo, ye, bebo, bebo, ye, ikaw ang aking ... oops nopes that’s not Latin , just my caller tune from Black Eyed Peas.. I am getting a call ....so like I was saying enjoy while the music lasts and bear with the little nuisance it brings along with it ....After all what’s life without a song !