The android days are here. I love it. My boyfriend loves it. My boss loves it. Even my friends (mostly) love it.
My mom, however, believes rather firmly, that it is the new age demon.
That which breaks relationships, separates mother from daughter, father from daughter, grandparents from daughter.. well, for the most part, everybody from daughter.
Now the fact remains that I love my Android. And I cannot exactly elucidate why it might be a pertinent means of building relationships of the future as well as a very potent weapon that helps in doing apparently useless but fun things like spying on ex-es or even bursting bubbles and playing with livid birds.
So as the respective gods of mankind will have it, I play with my Andy (my beloved droid, that is) with a lot of zeal, simultaneously complaining about its diminishing battery backup, while enthusiastically being on the receiving end of condemning glares from essential family members. Once in a while, I am subjected to lengthy discussions (always unidirectional in nature) about the necessity to live in reality, behave with elders and reciprocate with humanity in person. (I do not exactly understand where me and my droid come in, though).
More often, I am subdued in gyaan about my duties towards mother nature in general, and mother in particular, and also about the impending doom that I shall face in my future in-laws' abode due to my sheer ignorance about managing household chores and the scary habit called cooking.
I shall hereby conclude my rant as I have to get back to my Andy. He beeps in anticipation.
Ciao humanity.
Love.
My mom, however, believes rather firmly, that it is the new age demon.
That which breaks relationships, separates mother from daughter, father from daughter, grandparents from daughter.. well, for the most part, everybody from daughter.
Now the fact remains that I love my Android. And I cannot exactly elucidate why it might be a pertinent means of building relationships of the future as well as a very potent weapon that helps in doing apparently useless but fun things like spying on ex-es or even bursting bubbles and playing with livid birds.
So as the respective gods of mankind will have it, I play with my Andy (my beloved droid, that is) with a lot of zeal, simultaneously complaining about its diminishing battery backup, while enthusiastically being on the receiving end of condemning glares from essential family members. Once in a while, I am subjected to lengthy discussions (always unidirectional in nature) about the necessity to live in reality, behave with elders and reciprocate with humanity in person. (I do not exactly understand where me and my droid come in, though).
More often, I am subdued in gyaan about my duties towards mother nature in general, and mother in particular, and also about the impending doom that I shall face in my future in-laws' abode due to my sheer ignorance about managing household chores and the scary habit called cooking.
I shall hereby conclude my rant as I have to get back to my Andy. He beeps in anticipation.
Ciao humanity.
Love.
