The Daily Mood: A modern day pacifier?


February 13, 2017

I’ve always liked to believe that I am not one of those people who are on their phones all the time. I would get miffed when my husband pointed out that I would have listened to him more had he been a phone. I thought that was rather unfair.

After all, I never check my phone when I am out at dinner, and nor would I do that at home. I don’t take a call when I am out in the evening unless it’s family or the office. I don’t constantly check my WhatsApp and have alerts disabled, the logic being that if anyone needs me urgently, they’ll call.

I don’t check my mail or Twitter on my phone and certainly not Facebook. My brother gave me a selfie stick for Christmas and the last time I used it was on December 31, 2016 to take pictures of all of us ushering in the New Year rather merrily.

And yet, stuck at home with a miserable cold and flu this weekend, I thought about this and had to admit that I am wedded to my phone and my iPad. I wasn’t sure that trigamous was an actual word, but it is - and it’s me. When I wake up in the morning, the first thing I do is reach for my phone: A quick check on WhatsApp and Instagram. Then onto a cup of tea and my iPad, which is primarily for checking work e-mail, playing games and reading on my Kindle cloud reader.

Sitting in front of the TV, I realised that I pick up my phone to check Instagram every time I am bored with what’s happening on the screen. I play games constantly and even if I convince myself that it is improving my hand eye coordination and keeping old age at bay, I really need to get some semblance of control over this.

So recently when my phone developed this problem of shutting down suddenly, even with full charge, I thought I was being punished. Of course, the more prosaic explanation was that my phone belongs to a batch of faulty iPhones that Apple has recalled and is offering free replacements for. Two months have now gone by and I am yet to let go of it.

My bubble of virtuousness has been sadly deflated by the realisation that the difference between the type of person who constantly plays with his or her phone and me is minimal. I don’t play in public and I am not obsessed with social media. But my love for my phone and iPad is real.

So real that while I am writing this on my iPad, I have checked my e-mail a couple of times and played a quick round of Fruit Ninja.  I looked at my phone multiple times, got distracted by Huda Beauty and Eye Candy’s posts on Instagram, sighed over watches I can’t afford and checked to see who messaged me (no one had).

As they say, the first step towards curing yourself of an addiction is to admit it. My name is Mohana and I’m an iPhonoholic.