It is a beautiful morning. I am lying in my bed. The sunlight spilling from the half-open blinds has a stimulating effect on me. I am feeling refreshed as the morning air snuggles up into the room, and finds its way inside the lose shirt I’m wearing, tickling my body, arousing vigor in me.
On a morning like this, I should do something constructive, this thought came into my mind.
I slip out of the bed, walk up to the table, and sit on the chair beside it. There are things lying on my table. Bunch of keys. A half filled water bottle. Stray papers, and crown of a bottle of beer I drank three days back. Earphones that I used last night, earphones that I lost a week back. A bleached t-shirt, a dirty pair of socks, and a head band.
‘Such a mess.’ I remark.
I spread my arms wide and pick up as many things as possible and throw them on the rack. I will clean all this up later, I think as I repeat the action again. And again. Until the table is clean.
I open the drawer and take out a notepad and a broken pencil. Sharpener is hard to find, but I persist and find it lurking in the far corner of the drawer.
I start writing.
The energy is high. The intent good. And the ideas abundant.
So, the thoughts come out naturally. One thought stands out among all of them. I leap on it like a hungry tiger, and start turning that thought in mind to words on paper.
Two minutes have passed.
The phone on the bed beeps. I stand up and walk up to the bed, pick up the phone and return to the table. Whatsapp group notifications. Three of those. I reply, quickly. No time to waste.
After this minor setback, I am absorbed again, in the process of writing.
But then phone beeps again. Somebody liked my photo on Facebook. I smile, and admire the photo that I uploaded last night. See the like count for the umpteenth time. Click on the profile links. And like a few of them back.
I do the same on Instagram. Then on Quora. Then again on Snapchat. And on Tumblr after that. And again still on Twitter, for it never stops tweeting.
It doesn’t end here.
For there are news notifications popping up now. The Myntra offers are also attracting my attention. There is some new deal on Amazon that I can take up only today, in the next minute. Flipkart is also claiming the same. The Foodpandas and Dominos are ensuring that I eat up well, for they have the best offers. So much happening, so much to do. Notifications galore.
I do all the above — like on some photos and react on others, comment on the new updates and reply on the old ones, browse through the fresh feeds and check out the latest gossips. I do all the above. And then I scroll down.
Scroll and scroll and scroll.
It never stops. It can never stop. For smartphones are designed for this — to beep — to make me never stop looking, to turn me into a zombie, clicking and clacking on my latest smartphone, powered by 3Gs and 4Gs, my eyes wide open, my brain tightly shut. On and on, never stopping. Never ending.
Until I’m tired. Until I’m consumed. Until I’m spent.
And after all this time, when I finally stop, finally realize I can’t go anymore, the vitality that I’d felt in my body, the spirit that I’d felt bubbling, the time that I’d on this lovely morning, and the thought that I had believed I really had — has died. From Cradle to Grave.
I looked at it again, the mountain. The giant colossal form standing in front of me -unwavering and unflinching. Its top piercing the dark night sky and its bottom pressing hard the helpless ground. It extended far in the east and disappeared somewhere in the west, both ends languishing in the dense mist and the dark shadows of the unknown. Can I beat challenges like this of my life? Can I … Continue Reading Here