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my phone and it's power #INCREDIBLEZEN

This is My entry to ASUS and INTEL contest #incrediblezen.



       The last time I spent an eighteen grand(excluding the interest on the credit card), I wanted my phone to do everything. I bought it for a purpose that was to fill in the gap of a laptop,the gap of a camera, the gap of a music player. The phone pretty well stood on its money value and provided me on one hand with the utility of a good camera which kept my pondering photographer alive,and on the other with music player and chatting applications which didn't let me die of pondering.
       But I always used to think what if my phone could give me more than any phone could,or maybe more than a laptop! How it would be to have a projector in the 5 inch slab which would make it a huge screen in much bigger units of length. With a projector in my hand, I would carry a pvr in my pocket. I could watch my favourite movies without spending hefty amounts in tickets. I could also display my photographs on wide screens and plan an exhibition without planning an exhibition.
        The phones to a certain extent define the user.it's just like a signature these days. And when I say the phone,I mean the things you do with a phone. With a phone-cum-projector in my hand, I can make difference to the education. I can go to the poor schools,which cannot afford the expensive interactive classes, and provide education in the form it is most taken. I could show them the astronomy of the stars, the biology of the animals, the math of the shapes, the history of the world. The kids could also have their snow whites and Cinderellas played, and even their Macbeths and Othellos, on the walls they lean and scribble. So the most relevant superpower my phone could get,could not only make my life easy, but would also make a few lives.

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