Monday, 2 March 2009

Lot Messaging Service

When I arrived Bangalore for my BE in 2002, I was amazed to see that every student had a cell phone in his/her possession. Telecommunication was booming in India. And Bangalore was the centre of Telecom Industry . The cellular services were competing with each other armed with attractive 'student' offers to lure the growing market segment, namely college students. These offers invariably included unlimited free SMS's.

Soon, I got my Nokia 1100 and overuse, misuse, abuse of this revolutionaly technology called Short Message Service followed.


1. Where are you ?
It was most common SMS text ever circulated in Ramaiah's campus. (and am sure in every other college in Bangalore).
Lost in a crowed? SMS where are you to 'send all friends in group' to get real time location of your pals.
Boredf? Send a wer r u to your mobile chat friend to start a sms conversation.
Waiting for unpunctual friend too long : sms w u .

The utility of this text became so apparent that soon this phrase was replaced by a single letter w.

I was once riding my bike (ok, borrowed bike) already late for a birthday party. My cellphone in my pocket began to ring. I took out the cell phone at red signal only to find that there were no missed calls, but 20 sms from friends with same text: W

2. Okay !
Okay (and in due course just K) was the most popular SMS reply to every possible SMS. Here's an example of its overuse
Dinesh: W
Dushyant: Room
Dinesh: K
Dushyant: K
Dinesh: Don't Ok fr K
Dushyant: K
Dinesh: u r as ol
Dushyant: K

3. cm40

This SMS has its root in Student's home. It was first coined by Tushar Pandit. The original SMS text used to read 'Come for Tea' which circulated in hostel during the tea-time in Hostel-Canteen in evening. After Tushar's brilliant coding, cm40 became the trend.

Some more SMS's which were quite popular among hostelites

4. sagar ? : want to go to Sagar Bakery for snacks
gt ? : want to have Ginger Tea (at Sagar ofcourse !! )
down ? : Wanno go Down for snacks
( Down was a down hill road which led to another bakery)

5. Q3-a ? (typical sms during tests)

6. Call me , no currency

7. movie 2nite , arrange bike

8. Proxy plz

9. Dude, am standing next to you

10. last sms ws nt fr u

16 comments:

Curry Pan said...

lol cm40 was brilliant! send some of those to me sometime ;)
and w? really? a little drastic isnt it?
you actually linked to his orkut page! that's so sad! he's going to be flooded by visitors the poor guy!

D the P said...

thats the big difference b/w a guy and a girl.

A guy will jump wid joy to find a visitor (go mad if its a girl)
while girls see it as harrassment

Néstor said...

xD
For me cm40 is the greatest. I'm yet to find what the hell "Q3-a" means ?! But if I haven't been able to get it yet, probably is also a nice one :-)

As for the free sms... fuck, I used to spend at least 10 € a week when I was hooked on sms's. All my allowance was completely invested on that...

cheers

v said...

awesome post!

your conversation with dinesh cracks me up! :D

D the P said...

Q3-a : give me the answer to question 3 , part a

Néstor said...

Oooooh, ok, I was complicating it unnecessarily :-)

D the P said...

thanks vineet,

u r d only 1 hu liked my anecdote over Tushar's wit !!

v said...

i gues i have a heightened sense of humour! ;)

Roli said...

Great insight!

Curry Pan said...

blog update karenge?

Dinesh C S said...

Oye when did i say 'as ol'?? :D

BHAVIN said...

tune college din k sms ki yaad dila di...bhavin

D the P said...

@bhavin,

i remember you got pissed off wen i smsed you :

i have a new ring tone, call me, I wont pick up !!

and i did pic up ;)

but am sure now u will have hearty laugh

BHAVIN said...

is it.. i don't remember.. hmmm... must b fun to watch me pissed...

Unknown said...

D the P awesome blog. Great insights. The msging with dinesh was fun.
The once sent by pandit took the cake. Hilarious

Tushar Pandit said...

Wow Man , i never even Knew this post existed ... good stuff.... Mr P to the a to the r to the .. ok you get it ..... why did you stop writing my man...