I live in a miserable world.

I miss those days when there was no Facebook or Twitter or Messenger. Days of long letters to far away relatives and hours of phone conversations with friends without having to worry about credit running out, excitedly looking forward to parties where we could see our real faces instead of fake profile pics. Picnics in fields and parks when we’d hear and see lively animated chatter, where we played real games and not some ridiculous virtual farming. Days of real expressions of the joy of births and weddings and meeting, not the little black hearts and godforsaken smileys and socially obligatory “likes” that interaction has come down to. And definitely not the million fake poses that the best moments of our lives have become.

Relatives or friends or even family, we’re literally only virtually connected now. By cables and worldwide webs and wireless connections. Not anymore by blood or affinity or  love or childhood. And the worst part is, we feel better off this way. Hugging our darling, cherished computers and phones to sleep.

3 thoughts on “I live in a miserable world.

  1. If only I could ‘like’ your comment. (at this point I have this irrepressible urge to use the smiley 🙂 to express myself accurately). This is the problem – we’re so used to chatting and emailing that we forgot the expressions, the tone in people’s voice when they spoke, whether it was said tongue-in-cheek or derisively, resulting in miscommunication, subsequent clarifications… which is not a good thing to have. The advent of technology was touted as having reduced the communication barriers.But I feel it has raised it even higher. It’s [virtuality] like a veil and we prefer not to be exposed and remain cosy within ourselves. Personally I am no more connected to people than I was before. I prefer sending SMS to actually calling and apologizing or wishing, taking away that personal touch from the message. Our humanness is disappearing and we are tending towards independence when in fact the world was created to be dependent on others.

    Well written.

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