I received it when I first arrived in Bangalore in September 2009. I had to return to America at the end of October to get a new visa, and somewhere the mix I managed to lose the case, and never felt much like replacing it since.
After being dropped, the ball-thing in the middle was secured with paper and packing tape, and was ultimately replaced for free when I found a spare part at a repair shop in Sri Lanka.
This phone has visited ten countries with me. It has made calls to Tanzania. I estimate it has sent close to 100,000 text messages. It has used both an Indian and an American SIM card.
The "RASCAL" sticker was given to me by Rayana, made from a label printer in Sheelpa's office. I only use their names because they're both pictured elsewhere in my album. "Rascal" is apparently an Indian insult, but I always thought it was hilarious.
People ask me why I don't get a new phone, and I usually say because it still works, but that's because I can't really say all of the above so quickly or coherently.