Fortunately or unfortunately, (whatever floats your boat) for as long as I’ve used a phone, I’ve almost never had a power-off due to low battery. I always made it to my home or place of stay or a charger until I came to college but I never paid much attention to it until yesterday. There I am watching performances after ICRITO ’15, a conference held at Amity Institute of Information Technology, and I look at my phone and this is what goes on in my head…
Big orange bars, its on power saver. I need to go back to my room. I can’t. Shit. What the fuck?
This has never happened to me. It’s at 1%. This is disappointing. How did I end up here?
Someone might have a power bank, someone, oh my classmate sitting right in front.
I knew it was going to happen any time now and it did happen. “Powering off…” the display said as it turned slate black and I could see nothing besides a silhouette of my face. I was stuck in this auditorium for the next 20 minutes or so and I had a dead phone. What was I going to do? It started out normal.
I put the phone in my pocket. For the next five minutes, I was fine. I watched a performance. It was enjoyable. A dance by my classmate, coincidentally. So, it kept me occupied. Then started the muscle memory, hand goes into the pocket and the phone is out. The sad part however, is that the display won’t turn on. I started flipping my phone, a desperate attempt to peel off any kind of recreation I can find from this device which is completely useless if it’s out of juice. It’s nothing but a – SLAB.
Tortured by the thoughts of what would everyone present in the same auditorium be talking about? What would my friends from Dehradun be doing? Would I be sad if I read something later that I would’ve commented on? Would someone send a message and it would show them 1 single tick? What if I just want to check the time, will I have to ask someone? These random yet infinite thoughts were all over my head.
10 minutes had passed. Performances were getting redundant and I was getting restless.
I can go any time I want, why am I not going back? I’m waiting for a friend’s performance.
I won’t leave until I’ve watched it. But my phone, what about it and all those people who’d contact me? No choice, should have brought your portable charger. You’ll have to sit through it.
20 minutes and a lot of performances later, I could finally leave the auditorium but by this time, I’d stopped caring. I walked casually with a friend to the hostel. We laughed, talked and cracked jokes along the way. The 5 minute walk was brilliant without a glass brick in my hand. The said brick, rested in my pocket, away from the span of my attention.
About 10 more minutes passed and I descended down the stairs in a now mellow, panic. I plugged my phone in and when I was finally greeted with the familiar home screen, ironically, all I had was one notification. Just one. I guess, that was the today-i-learned moment.