I’ve wanted to write about this for long, like really long,
since I can remember. And today is the inauguration of my thought. It’s been in
my mind for centuries, technically, since the 21st century got on
its hype.
Being really introvert, I think people might presume that I
must love doing this, but believe me, I’m a revolutionist when it comes to
idiots stuck up with their phones.
Firstly, I’d like, no, love to share a piece of knowledge
that my mother bestowed on me, and continues to bestow on my brother, ‘Computers
were made for us, and not the other way round!’
So, now as we both know what I’m talking about, (I already
knew, I know! Just didn’t want to make you feel lonely!) I express my views.
I go out with friends, and picture a very highly
intellectual conversation on people, monuments, architecture, evolution (not
really) and when we sit there at the coffee house and I’m all set with a pen
and paper to jot down important things I’ll learn from the conversation to
come, I am offended!
Must be thinking, why don’t I say something? Oh, I do. I
snatch a phone at times, but I’m shouted at. Seems like my company sucks to
them. I don’t mind. I sit there, and decide to meditate or maybe plan about
what article to write next. At times, while they’re bust replying to their
boyfriends, and uploading duck-face pictures on their respective internet
profiles, I make up a rhyme and get a glimpse of the next poem I’ll write. I
attend to the waiters, and make sure they all don’t suffer from extreme loss of
carbohydrate while they consume that stored energy in their body in the
enormous task of staring blankly! (They have fat reserves, but still!)
Now, I might also get into my world of technology. My
parents haven’t brought me up, oh so strictly, that I can’t even own a phone of
mine to stare at while my friends do the same. I have one, but I prefer it to
rest in my pocket. I also keep asking God to let it not ring, since I’d have to
expose my eyes to its brightness.
Hush, overall, I realize that I’m typing this
article and don’t have a hired typist, but frankly, if I had a printing machine
that printed for free, I’d write an article and circulate it for free around
the globe. Not so easy, right? So I’m excused for occasionally typing on my
blog.
And yes, you’re excused for reading it, since that involved
staring and scrolling too.
In the end, I just quote Late Albert Einstein, "I fear the
day when the technology overlaps with our humanity. The world will only have a
generation of idiots."
AMEN!
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