A cell phone is not just a machine; it’s an extension of
your being, like your finger, or your limb. If you happen to sit in a public
place AND if you happen to face another human species like your own self, (such
as in a metro) notice the number of hands toying with the cellphones.Watch the expressions.
Some minds will be mindful of what they are indulging in while others will be
lost in a world far away .The mobile phone acts as a defence mechanism in such cases,
a protective shield against the onslaughts of gazes and prying eyes. But is it
really so important to do so? What is it actually defending? The vulnerable
being...the unbearable lightness of being. The machines are gradually and
steadily taking over the cognitive, the affective as well as the psychomotor
domains of our lives. We feel restless if we don’t feel the vibrations of
batteries under our nimble fingers, or the sound of ringtones. An animated
world with animated feelings is what we are shrinking and stuffing our souls into.
It’s surprising how quick we are at reciprocating to the demands of the
mechanistic world ,neglecting the holistic perspective of life.
This blog is an interstice for me.A space. A niche sacred to me.It's a place I get back to whenever I feel the need to connect with the self.
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