It all happened about 5-10 years ago...
Once upon a time(well..consider that to be 5 -10 yrs ago..:P)there was the alarm clock that topped the list of the most essential things required in a house..He was the virtual rooster to every men n women..They liked him a lot n so did they not forget to key him or replace his energy cells..He was a loyal pet to his masters n did his job without complaining..All was well..Even the alarm clock knew that things could not be better ..He smiled for he knew he without him nothing would be organised...He was very proud n just when he thought he had conquered the world, he smelled something fishy..he slowly realized that his masters no more loved him like before..As the days passed,he was ignored more..He felt betrayed..He wondered why his masters behaved that way..He was sure the mistake was not his..After asking himself the question a million times,he finally found the answer..what he saw was shocking..his masters ignored him for they had found a new device that could do his task of waking them up N also plenty of other tasks..He heard his masters name the new device "mobile phone"..But all he could hear was his silence n betrayal!!
Days passed n things worsened..He was completely ignored n later even moved to a confined space of a showcase..He turned weak n helpless..He lost his energy completely ..One evening at 6:05 his hands refused to move N for the one last time he saw the mobile phone smile at him..He could not smile back..
---->SIBI :)
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