The Communication Catastrophe

There is a buzz. All over. Unseen carrier waves exchanging information among innumerable radars. A giant spider web with uncountable strings measured in Kilobytes, Megabytes & so on. Ever felt detached in a while? I am sure you did not. You're stuck in the web. The most complicated web. Its all about staying connected, isn't it? Posting about when you had your shower today, what amount of extra cheese in your burger you had for your lunch is worrying you & stuff.

This idea struck me when I dashed out of my desk for a smoke break, leaving behind my cell phone. Sucking in a couple of puffs, I realized I don't have my cell phone with me. Felt so discrete & honestly freed. That one sprint can actually take me away from the network I've developed over the years. I was one step away from 'to be gone forever'. Never felt so close to freedom ever since I started understanding things. Just one step away. It was like something incredible, never-experienced entity was calling. May be that was life calling.

One of the disastrous consequences, left out as a bye product in the process of advancement of technology. Too much prominence bestowed on staying connected. I don't understand the fuss around it. Its increasingly sad that now I can't proceed into a day's work without checking my mail box. As Divyakka said sometime ago, "There's thing funny thing now that people actually 'meet' to discuss emails." Thats pathetically funny.

This is the generation of smart phones, more smarter apps in them & the smartest OS platforms. A key note conference almost everyday to launch a new development that actually enhances the ease of communicating. Apple outdo Android & Android hits back with conspiracy. People already feel lost without a smart phone with messenger apps on it in their pockets. Sheer pitiable.

What is that? Google buys Meebo for $100 million. Awesome. And also it deploys a R&D wing to further improvise its services, only to rob people's golden silent space. Where is that much needed time for one's own self? You are half asleep & it beeps saying "ReadingBob just mentioned you in a comment" and where's sleep for the rest of that night?

Gone are the days, a child holding a slate & writing with a chalk on it, instead he draws a picture on his iPad, uploads it on Instagram to get more likes and comments.



God save the World.

The Power of Fear

is almost unparalleled. I roger the statement that fear is one of the few genuine emotions we portray. Fear is mighty. It can bend the ass of the most laziest person to do the most laborious task in no panic. I always wanted to put down a few words about this, but there hasn't been a butt-kicking incident to trigger me to jot down. It arrived this morning. Like many a times did I, this time too, I owe the credit to her.

There exist many of them. Fear cos of a stalker. Fear of tomorrow. Cos of intimidating people. What is it to be scared? To be non-concretely liable to a thing or a person? Turning out to be submissive reluctantly, clenching fists in despair and fury, both of them placed on your butt to conceal from display.

Fear. Is Priceless. Invaluable. It should not be wasted by giving in ourselves to unnecessary, undeserving bastards fearing trivial losses. There is a fear that I might not be able to fulfil my self vowed promise which demands me to write daily, some crap. That's something sensible, ain't it? Writers evolve out of the crap they write. No matter what happens, the fear of failing to keep up my promise actually accomplishes something for me at the end of the day, which is of course good.

But to hide in a foxhole scared of somebody? Absolutely ridiculous. I want her to read this piece, which she's never going to (I know). But I hope at least my effort to change a bad habit in her so that she can start living freely, fearlessly should pay off.

God bless her.

Its High Time

Firstly, I am very happy maintaining a low key, far too away from socializing and as promised to self, trying to have more time with myself. One thing emerged clear as a bye-product out of this phase. That it being, realization that its high time to evolve.


The whiskey night served its purpose. Sandy, when needed, serves as a mirror to look into myself, to acknowledge the complexes I develop with time. He comes up with easy answers to my to-be-answered riddles. Its now quite evident that I need to evolve. Change in the name of good. As I already wrote quite a times earlier, change should start when it has to; but not upon exertion. yes, exactly I feel that I am receptive to change now & more than glad to welcome it with a warm embrace. 


Primarily, its the immediate need to put a check to the sudden bouts of angst my brain spits out., which is very bad, I so want to appeal to all my people that the intentions behind the angst are usually very noble and genuine. All I am lacking is proper channelization of my inner angst.


Second stands the illogical sense of ownership. Why do I still have it in me? I talk to myself regarding this when I am composed & make a vow that ain't I going to iterate that again. But in the heat of the moment, it gets back to me. She might have been suffering the aftermath of this complex, but I somehow manage to back my argument by asking her if she feels the same. If she does not, then I convince myself that I win.


I contradict with myself on this at times with a version saying 'may be being that way constitutes me; may be that is me', but I hate them in me, which require drastic changes. For me to be happy with myself. Its not about her, but she's half of me. I can't let a half of me to be unhappy and sad & the other half obviously won't be doing good in that sense.


Yes, where was I? Its not about her, nor about anybody. Its about me. Whatever.




Eyes wide open, curiously waiting for the change from within.