How Technology affects our lives

Technology has changed the way we do everything. Be it banking, education, entertainment or communication. Technology has affected us all. It has made our lives easier, we can pay our bills online, shop online, book a taxi online or even read a book or watch a movie online, and there seems to be an app for our every need. Our needs are taken care of even before they are properly felt.

We have become so reliant on technology, that over dependence on technology has even made us dumb. We have become uncontrollably attached to our gadgets. Be it my 4-year-old's addiction to cartoons or my husbands addiction to gaming. The effect of over use of technology has hit home.

With mobile apps dominating technology the world has literally come to our figure tips. Now if we want to exercise for our physical health or are suffering from depression, all we need to do is download an app and it is done.  We can get most of our work done online, while on the go. All this is detrimental to our physical health, our mental well-being and our emotional health.

All the free time we have are used in checking Facebook and twitter. It is hard to have a real conversation with people anymore. Originality of thought has disappeared, since google has all the answers anyway.

The debate of whether technology is a bane or a boon will go on. What we need to check is our over dependence on technology, not technology itself. We can start by setting aside some time everyday in which we spend time with our family, or simply read a book, or pursue a hobby in which we are divorced from technology at some time of the day.

Song for Your glory

In glory..
Time flies day after day,
In search of something not yet defined.
In love or in hope, we hold on to each day.
Every morning brings a blessing.
One more day to ponder, to see, feel and to love.
In glory and belief,
Till the time you come for me
And all in darkness melts.

Seeking Inspiratation

Many a nights I lay awake, waiting for the divine spak.

Many a though my mind drowns with the firsts rays of dawn.

Putting it off for another day till I have the time.

But wait I must catch the morning train.

Writer at work

Dear Friend,

Sorry for the great delay in writing to you. Just to think that I was so busy for a while that I forgot to write. The simple joy of putting words down on paper can bring people and thoughts together. Its best things in the word for some.

The paper is patient, as Anne Frank would say. A story I had read in my childhood which followed me to adulthood and continues to inspire me today. So paper can be ones best friend, especially if one wants to keep from forgetting something writing it down is the best practice. Or even when one want to forget everything,and just loosing oneself among the pages of a book is recommended.

Writing primarily may have been invented as a form of keeping records, but it is just amazing how it has evolved into something of beauty. Language can be used to inspire love, affection, motivation and regretfully hate.

As I pen down my thoughts the paper is patient, it always has time to listen to me, help me discover myself and in it create something that may also bring joy to someone else.

That is the power of words my friend, so read a lot and write a lot even if you dont want to become a great writer but simply because its fun and if you know this joy there will be no lack of amusement for you even in the dullest of times just like a very old friend of mine Anee Frank.

Things We Do and The Things we Dont!

Ever wonder why we do the things we do? I know that many a times we do things that we may regret in the future yet we do in none the less. I understand when we do stuff unknowingly but also sometime we do it knowingly, even when it is harmful to us. I am talking more about our in-actions and our inability to do the things we really want to do. So we get stuck in a rut. We sometimes wonder later on why me? I am sure we have experienced such feelings in our daily lives. It may involve great tragedies or it may be a rather petty affair like why I always miss a particular bus. Whatever that might be we all have to deal with failure sometimes.
I know if I say to err is human many of you may sympathize, while many may simply think, "ohh what a looser". Whatever that may be it sometimes becomes difficult for ourselves to admit to our shortcomings and more so to forgive ourselves. We become then our own worst enemy for first we live in self denial and then in self pity but never to we stand up boldly and say this I have done but never so again.
Others may blame it on Karma that we are not the masters of our own destiny that we are put on earth simply to play out our parts the best we can. And our lives today are the result of many our past lives and no matter what we do we have to bear the consequences. Though it may sound fatalistic that is one way to come to teams with our day to day reality. And it also follows what we do today will determine our futures.
"Many a roses are born to waste their sweetness on the desert air", although it may sound romantic but most of us would not be happy living such lives, when we can in fact live our dreams.
So the question which comes to mind is what is stooping us from living the live that we truly want to live. Can we blame it only on destiny or should we blame our own inaction. The real reason for it may be our own fear  of failures but we must keep I mind that past failures does not mean future failures also. We must be bold and we must be strong and remember that we are the creator of our own destiny like Swami Vivekananda said. A bit of irreverence is good like a friend of mine had said. So its good to be rash at times and make mistakes as long as those mistakes leads us to a better understanding of ourselves. So mind advice to the young ones would be go forth and conquer the world there is nothing that you cant do believe in that.  

Down to Earth :)

Hello gain. I thought I will share with you some thoughts on the city Mumbai, the place I now call home. I know after reading my previous post you might think that I am biased against Mumbai or worse that I hate the city. But the truth is that I am neither but in trying to gauge the pulse of the city I may have been carried away a bit too far in one direction and lost my objectivity as people often tell me that I do.

Indeed there is competition and there is scarcity of resources here as there is everywhere else. And the dream that we came here looking for may not seem all that rosy all the time but it was only a dream and this time in Mumbai you must face reality. Mumbai always puts you face to face with realty the way life is and may be always was. And yes you will have to struggle just like everyone else, and wait your turn for the auto ride or the seat on the train. All the time you are uncomfortable you are joined together with the rest of humanity who are similarly discomforted or worse. So you would like a cushy living and trust me so would everyone else. Nobody promised you that achieving your dream would be simple but alas it is the possibility that the city offers and not the promise. And, as the faces wait for the train every morning there is a cheerfulness of a shared dream or at least of shared hope. So remember when you come to the city do not expect a red carpet welcome but you might still expect a sympathetic smile, a helping hand and a warm hug even if you are lucky.

So go for it baby the world is your oyster, so what if you are not able to solve all the problems be happy if you are able to solve some of your own problems both the significant and the insignificant ones. Remember you cant carry the weight of the world in your solder but just carry your own weight and if possible lend a helping hand to make Mumbai a better place to live in. and not to forget when in Roam do as the Romans so take a chill pill or go for a snack preferably a varapao that ought to lift you up after a tiring day.

Paradise Lost

It's been a year now since I have shifted my base to Mumbai. Mumbai the land of dreams as many would say and the financial capital of the world, yet many have been disillusioned by this very city as has many been disillusioned by their dreams. This huge city works like a gigantic machine and it will just suck you in even before you know it, your are a part of this mass crowd in trains the crowd that must catch the overcrowded local train to work to fulfill their dreams and endure life in the city of dreams. Very soon your life becomes a struggle for a seat in the train, a piece of bread and a whiff of fresh air while competing for the same with millions like yourself. Mumbai humbles you as it does humble your dreams as you must wait your turn, as you do at the ticket counter so too for your dreams. Yours dreams do not take flight as you had wished it would but slogs to work every day with you and so with the country. Mumbai alas also the city of the largest slums in Asia and you just cannot avoid the filth, the rot of the city which glares at you from the from every corner. On your way to work and everything you step into the city station, the filth is everywhere. The poor, the helpless and the needy and all those who have been left behind stare at you though the open window of the local, all ready to take your place. People who are now looked upon by all as less than people and the scum of the earth which we have learned to willfully ignore like the stench of the overcrowded train or at most to endure like the treacherous monsoon. The middle class running their lives along predictable paths much as the locals in which they commute to work everyday. Too hassled by the ever increasing cost of living in the city and too afraid too loose the imaginary race which they have already lost even before the race started. Wait now, was there a race at all? So was it dreams that we were talking about? So where does this dream fit in now? We feel it will now rise out of its ashes much as the phoenix and much as the city itself. So we wait for the auspicious day while we take our 9'0 clock local to work. There is hope as we forget about the dream eventually much as we forget our nights dreams in the moment of wakefulness, only a show remains to haunt us on those rare monsoon nights when ours thoughts pour in on our souls much as the rains pores upon the city streets, a discomfort. We wake the next morning forgetting the night before, but ever wakeful of the chase. And in this ever elusive chase as we continue to trample on the sacred earth, a paradise is lost maybe forever.