There was many a time that i felt guilty about having asked my dad for an ipod... When i had asked him, it was a mere childish whim... I didn't really want it or need it. And for a few months after i'd bought it, it remained in my drawer, neatly wrapped up, safe from scuffs and scratches... But just a few days ago, after having driven 300 odd kilometres to bangalore to drop my sister at college, i realised that of my three pairs of earphones(1 original and 2 free spares), the first i had left in chennai, and the other two i had lent to my sister at different points in time... Unfortunately, she, very wisely, had packed both of them up with her junk, and couldn't find them when we did get to bangalore... After having, with great exercise of will, stopped myself from throttling her, i realised that my feelings of restlessess, the twitching of my fingers, and general depression, were directly linked to the unusable ipod... "So near, yet so far!!", it seemed to say... sitting in my bag with nothing but a missing piece of trivial hardware standing between us... I could almost feel the tears welling up in my eyes...

First my palmtop, then my laptop, the internet, stumble, and the scores of other things i am addicted to or obsessed with, i now add... The iPod!!