A phony tale

So Viv had been raving about this mobile phone he wanted to get.

I have never really cared much about mobile phones so I didn't quite get it. I use my phone only for calls and sms, so I am not fascinated by the ultra-cool features he claimed this phone had. So I said to him, "Arre I will win the iPhone in my company's year-end party for you, and you won't need to buy your E71." He agreed as apparently the iPhone is also a cool phone (actually I have no idea).

But then good fortune doesn't strike twice, and someone else won the iPhone (apun dekh lega usko baad mein). I was in the 'top ten costumes' though (the theme was retro) and won myself a $50 voucher, showing thenga to those who had rented their costumes. You see, the rental was $50, so while they only broke even, I made money. Muahahaha. :D

So when Viv heard that I didn't win the iphone, he pretended to be all sympathetic, but of course he had laddoos exploding in his mann (sorry, there is no English phrase that can truly represent this) because now he could get his beloved E71. Hmmmph!

So yesterday, he got his phone, and introduced me to its 'cool features'. I couldn't care less. Hmmph. Phony phone!

"Give me your business card!" He said, all excited.

"Why?"

"I'll show you something ultra-cool."

I grudgingly gave him my card. He placed it on his palm and took a picture of it with his E71.

"Oh puh-leez. My phone can also take pictures of things." I said, rolling my eyes.

Then he showed me the screen.

Holy cow.

OCR.

I was beginning to get impressed, but didn't want to admit it.

But wait a minute... what was that under my name on the screen? I peered to take a closer look at how it had recorded my designation.

Sheesh. According to that stupid E71, I work in a 200-year-old publishing company as... a "Monnger".

:/