I had known that it would rain but the moron that I am, I hadn’t still bothered to reach home early. No prizes if you guess that I was completely drenched by the time I was back. It seemed like the clouds were trying to tell a secret they had kept to themselves from a very long time. They were roaring accompanied by lightening, cold breeze and as always there was no power. Sadly, I was home alone that very day. However, I did not know that it would be so difficult for me to catch some sleep and worse was that I had nothing to indulge myself in nor could I call anyone. Irritated, I pulled an easy chair, next to the window and enjoying the breeze.
I thought it was the perfect time for some music and that was when I remembered my cell. Whoa! How I could forget it for so long, I wondered. It had been bliss ever since I ported from the old snail-ish Airtel to faster Vodafone. My phone felt like the most powerful device after I had activated the internet. Dropping the idea of music, I thought of checking on the weather since I had noticed that the Rain Gods were becoming a little too kind on us. The report widget indicated that it was one of the worse showers in Bangalore. I then, checked TOI for some news on it but was relieved that no major causalities were reported. Meanwhile, I found my brother on Gtalk and ensured that they are fine back home.
Bored again! I logged into FB only to notice a recent update from my neighbor. Rovio, a 10 year old was renowned for all his pranks and tortures on the every pet in the apartment. I was taken over by suspicion when I found that he had mentioned about a white mice, some kind of trap, the parking lot and stuff. Instantly, I knew that it was an old neighbor Sharma uncle’s pet. Without waiting a minute, I called up my security guard only to find my calls unanswered. Alas! Having to deal with this myself and thanking that I resided first floor of the apartment I went to the parking lot with the help of my mobile torch (an android application). As I approached a vacant room I heard some noises coming from it. Thankfully, the door was ajar and through a dim light I could see the “Mouse Trap”. It was only when I realized that the notorious kid wasn’t around that I was relieved. But, my relief was short-lived when found Tom inside. Now, Tom was a strange pet cat of my other neighbor. Most of us found him annoying. He was nicknamed “Talking Tom” since he would always purr or meow for no reason. Here, he was waiting gladly to pounce on the mouse. Finally, I succeeded and managed to shoo away the talking Tom and saved the Mouse from the Trap. 
After returning the Mouse to Sharma uncle, I came back home a little disappointed that I did not find Rovio. A little too hungry by now, I had no choice but go on a “Cooking Dash”. Along with some doughnuts and chicken I also planned to have some fruits. I was lazy otherwise but thanks to the “FRUIT NINJA” knife, life was easy. Hogging away to glory, I was getting frustrated with the absence of electricity. My attempt to sleep was again foiled. Alone and bored to death, I thought the best thing would be clean up my cluttered desk. I pulled up the waste paper bin and tossed all the unwanted paper into it (Paper toss) and strangely liked doing this. 
It was already 9 when I heard a knock on my door. Initially, I was a little apprehensive to open the door but was eased when I heard Uncle Sharma’s voice. On opening the door, I learnt that he had come to borrow some bandages for Rovio. On asking he pointed towards Rovio who sat on the staircase. Figuring out that I was still annoyed with him, Uncle told me to take it easy since Rovio is just a kid and left. I went towards Rovio as he sat visibly upset and his had bleeding. He broke the silence telling that he had already apologized to uncle. Phew! I tried to be a little lenient on him and asked as to how he hurt himself. The moment I knew it was his own pet; I knew he had learnt his lesson. His Red Bird had done this to him when he tried to feed it and had flown away. He played pranks on so many pets around but finally it was the bird he loved that was angry? (Angry Bird). I couldn’t stop laughing and checked if his parents had still not returned from work. When he told that he was alone and hungry, I asked him to drop in and have some dinner. Ten minutes to his arrival, just when I thought he was done with his mischief, I heard a loud noise from the kitchen. When I entered I saw that my favorite diner sets were shattered all over the floor and there was no sign of Rovio around. It was when my cell phone beeped again that I noticed a new status in FB- “Mouse escaped but the diner sets are shattered.” To my surprise, there was a like already and that too form Uncle Sharma. L Another message on twitter from Rovio to me said- “Haven’t you ever seen a tomato sauce?”. I knew that I was taken for a ride and had made a fool out of myself. 
However, more than the sad or annoying feeling, I could feel that my right hand was hurting. Within some time, I realized that it was a mosquito and also that I just woke up. I had slept away playing some games on phone and browsing the net sitting by the window. The fact that I hadn’t called up anyone was because my phone’s batter had already dried up and everything was a dream. The power wasn’t back yet, but I couldn’t stop smiling when I thought over how addicted I was to my phone. I always worried that my bills would increase(which hardly did) when I downloaded applications on my Phone through internet but hadn’t ever thought that all the games I played and applications I used would weave such a web(net) of dreams. Rovio is the company which designed the game Angry birds The boy Rovio in dreams was actually a kid next door called Rohit. So, what if there was no power or source of entertainment, my dreams where more than enough. Internet is truly fun especially on Vodafone. P.S: Pure work of fiction. Submitted for the contest by IndiBlogger and Vodafone
