The world belongs to the balckberr…balckbeer..blackber…whoever.

I couldn’t resist writing this. And it really happened.

Once upon a time in Bahrain, three blackberrerian gals and a non-balckberrerian gal, planned to go to a restaurant. Yeah! It seems like the world has been divided into to two now. Blackberrerians and non-blackberrerians. And it’s just one of the classifications. You have other divisions like the weight-conscious (those who opt Diet Coke) and the not-so types (those who go for the conventional can), the Facebookers and the uncivilized, the nature-lovers (not those who love to take a nap under some tree rather than an air conditioned room, but those who use black screensavers to save energy) and the careless ones(those who leave the monitor on, when going out for lunch), to name a few. Obviously when the ancient male-female division obscures the world finds by itself new ones. Blackberrerians and non- blackberrerians is one of them.

So our non-balckberrerian gal waits in front of the restaurant at 10:59(the traditional type who is too punctual) in front of the restaurant. Waits and waits and waits. She doesn’t find the blackberrerian gals. Actually what happened was that the blackberrerians had effortlessly ‘communicated’ to each other that they all would be late. Poor non-blackberrerian, she was not in the loop.

After half an hour the blackberrerians arrive, one by one. Each one, at the short interval between one message and the other arriving on blackberry, looks up, smiles at each other, hugs, and gets back to their keypads. Typing super-fast, sending whatever to whoever. The non-blackberrerian stands irritated, having nothing to do.

They all move to the restaurant. The non- blackberrerian finds a table for all, as others can’t complete one round of eye-spanning across the big restaurant before the next message flashes on the screen.

The non-blackberrerian gets more irritated.

They all sit down and the menu arrives. It seems like only the non- blackberrerian is interested in food. After three visits by the waiter, the non- blackberrerian decides to shout at the blackberrerians to keep the Blackberry aside, atleast when with friends.

But before she could shout, it happened. The blackberrerians laughed aloud. All the three, together. And the non-blackberrerian was taken aback in shock, surprise and dismay. Believe me or not, sitting together around one table, they were chatting with each other on Blacberry. Huh! Blackberrerians!

PS: Story as described by the blackberrerian gal.