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Confessions of a communication dinosaur

“They: the world is here at whatsapp, where are you?
Me: is its whatsapp or sharda university?
Just because world is there, I should be there is no valid argument.”

Oh lord, look at the times we have arrived. The joke stares me in my eyes everyday-facebook, whatsapp and other social networking sites are for connecting with people. World which is already disconnected and disoriented and detached from itself comes here to connect.  This is Why I decided to pen it down.
I always sit in my classroom or any space for that matter as one of the extinct species who failed to adapt to the fast changing communication hostile environment .they discuss last night conversations on whatsapp-who frustrated whom, who posted stupid statement, who tried being beautiful, who left group, and what not.
Welcome to the age of hyper humanity-where communication is not a way of life but life itself. World lives on facebook and whatsapp-it’s just for basic needs food, clothing shelter they come to real world. All their things are done on web. After the arrival of cyber sex-where flesh hungry people come and find people with whom they can virtually have sex with( that too in the name of love-‘shame’)

 I am so afraid to live like that and I have a conservative outlook towards the communication ways, I keep ignoring the valuable suggestion of relatives, colleagues to come on whatsapp or any instant messaging thing.
At times because of such romanticism, I stand in front of mirror and laugh over myself, to witness one day yellow-orange enlightened light to glow behind my head.

This is such a paradox-being a communication student I have to be in touch with what’s happening all around the world. What technology is getting obsolete and which is coming. Though I blog, but I prefer to write long hand. Yes it is the archaic way; however there’s feeling in pen and paper.
Virtual media is virtual- people post on someone’s timeline-“I miss you”, even when they don’t. If they really missed, they would never have to write, instead could call or see the person in real. People keep posting selfie on random occasions, changing profile pictures to get maximum likes and to satisfy narcissist within them. Even when they meet friend, instead of talking and sharing they are busing posting check-ins, tagging and clicking. For them if it did not happen on facebook, it did not happen at all.

This might sound insane to some, but this my sane world .I do not get panic attacks 
when I am not able to check my mail or facebook .I  don’t want 700 friends on my profile when in the end I have to deal the life alone. After all good friends are all one needs; fortunately one does not find them in virtual world.
People complain they do not have time to communicate or meet people, but in reality they waste their time and effort on forced and unnecessary communication in virtual world. Same people one talks on facebook, whatsapp, Instagram and others-they ping just to say “hi how’s u?”
Humanity in surrounded by humanity everywhere, still humanity is lonely. Thank god I never grew up like that.

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