Not a day passes without your presence in our lives.

Chivalry and adventure has been my constant companion

Ever since I embraced thee…

Chivalry in proposing my love to an unknown yet attractive girl

Adventure in tackling four to five prospective … at the same time…

Sometimes my thumb proposes, her thumb disposes

And at other times, I charm yet another through

A mere forward…

Forward sms’ have thus become a way of life for me…

Marriages are made in Heaven,

Not anymore… you have taken over dear mobile phone…

Thou art a boon to the layman, shy and introverted,

For the naïve bloke who doesn’t know the intricacies of romance…

It is you who have made it possible

To win over a girl by a ‘chivalrous’ message

Just by a display of linguistic pomposity

(Albeit forwarded from a friend’s mobile)

Your ‘sweet’ messaging services are a boon to all alike

Relationships are

Made,

Maintained and

Managed

Through a world of forwards

Cos, for the first time

the thumb has become more mightier than the sword…

Friends need not meet over a cup of coffee any more

Lovers need not talk to each other to understand each other…

A forwarded message is all that is needed

For a ‘perfect’ understanding between partners

Furtive glances and surreptitious love letters

Have become a thing of the distant past!

Thanks to your fascinating spell

That has charmed both young and old alike…

Parents are apprehensive of your presence in their children’s bedrooms

Cos you have taken over deftly

The precious little time they had had for their dear ones.

Post and Telegraph offices the world over wear a deserted look

Cos your onslaught has given them a run for their money.

Valentine cards, Birthday cards and festive cards have plummeted in sales

Thanks to your cute and sweet picture messages

Which speak a million cards put together…!

Teachers and Professors alike find it hard to deal with you

Even as concentration in the classroom has taken a nosedive…

Yet your presence in the classroom, unseen to the teacher

Has given the student manifold chances for creativity…

Never ever will he utter the words “The lecture’s quite bugging!”

Cos with mobile in hand and girl friend in the last row

Even the ‘hell’est of classes get transformed into the heavenliest of places.

Today everybody venerates and adores you

Even the Sadhu and the sanyasi envy you

You are a present to the present generation

Cos without you many sink into despair…

Even as we venerate you,

We could hear your still, deep voice echoing in our ears

We don’t know whether it’s a gentle coax or a veiled threat…

But one thing is for sure…

That …

We don’t want to be in an island…!

Never…!

Cos

It’s not the heart anymore…

But the thumb that really matters…!