We still remember the day we got you from the Duty Free shop at Dubai Airport way back in 2002. Compared to the last two cell phones we had (which could put cordless handsets to shame) you were a knight in shining armor.
When we took you out of the box, you were shining like a penny in all your glory. We even fought over who'd get to take you to university to showoff to friends, and who'd get to play Snake for the longest. I even made a soft felt cushion for you to recharge on...
Now that you have passed on to greener pastures (the very back of my drawer), we have gathered here to celebrate your extremely long (& stubborn) life.
Words from the family:
Mom
"Oh dear! I miss 3310 a lot. It was a great help in the kitchen...especially whenever the maasi misplaced the mortar/pestle, or when the pepper mill was on vacation. It was a good can opener too."
Sister
"When for the past several months I'd see Dad thwacking its back when it fainted (screen turn off to a blank) or when it choked (battery dead in middle of call) or when put onto life support (charger) for hours and it didn't wake up, I knew it was a goner."
Brother
"I always felt like Ron and Scabbers when the 3310 was with me. I could play with it all day and it would never tire or be hungry or poop like messy pets. And it worked better than the hammer at my DIY projects."
Little Sister
"When me and Bhai played Catch, I was always dropping it. But poor Noki, bless his empty case, never budged, broke or even had a scar on his surface. That dheet thing."
And finally, from Dad, the proud owner for the past 7 years:
"It has always been by my side through thick and thin, in good times and bad. Cell phones are supposed to make and receive calls, and occasionally, text msgs. It did ALL that. Wonderful thing it was!"
RIP Noki
Or I shall live your epitaph to make,
Or you survive when I in earth am rotten;
From hence your memory death cannot take,
Although in me each part will be forgotten.
(Shakespeare - dunno what it means, or if it's relevant)
