I woke up at
5:30am today and the first thing I did was reach out for my phone – to check my
WhatsApp messages, then email. Once upon a time, when I had the Blackberry, the
first thing I’d do on opening my eyes was respond to the blinking red light by
checking my official work email. I thought I’d beaten that habit and was
congratulating myself on not being a workaholic that lifted the phone before
lifting the toothbrush. However, I realize, like most addictions, I’ve just
swapped one for another – I’m now a “Techaholic”.
Have you
ever been on holiday in a lovely remote part of the world, surrounded by nature
at its best and then reached out for your phone to click a snap to share with
your buddies on Facebook, Instagram or WhatsApp? If so, join the bandwagon,
you’re infected my friend!
A couple of
years ago, on a visit to my home in the country side, I was sitting in the
drive way furiously tapping away at my Blackberry, when out of the blue, a little yellow
butterfly landed on my phone screen. I sat transfixed as it fluttered its wings
for a couple of seconds before flying away. Talk about a wakeup call! I put the
phone down and watched the yellow butterfly gracefully flit through the tall
green trees before disappearing into a blue sky that was dotted with fluffy
white clouds. It was a beautiful sunny day and I hadn't even
noticed!
I remembered
that moment today; it’s a beautiful Sunday morning, close to lunch time, and
I’ve spent the last couple of hours on WhatsApp and Facebook. Don’t get me
wrong – I think these apps are great means of communicating and staying in
touch with people. However, I wonder whether in today’s world we have a
stronger relationship with our friends via our smart phones than in person.
Looks like virtual trumps real world most of the time.
Last night, during
one of those long meandering walks, I stumbled onto a neighborhood café that
that I’ve seen whilst whizzing by in the car but never had the time or
inclination to stop and check out. Maybe it was the rain, or the fact that of late,
I’ve developed a fondness for little cafes which serve my favorite masala
omelet and South Indian filter coffee, but I decided to visit the café. I walked
in, settled down on the couch and promptly whipped out my smartphone.
In one of those sudden ‘aha’ moments, I consciously put the phone down and
decided to just sit and observe. I watched the young couple opposite
having an animated conversation. I noticed how familiar the waiter was –
have I seen those dimpled cheeks elsewhere? I probably have but now with my
fleeting attention span, I guess I won’t remember. I noticed the man with the
beard who’d stared at me initially give me yet another intense look when he and
his companion left the café. I wonder if we’d met before – he seemed familiar but
I don’t remember.
Old habits
die hard though; the smart phone beckoned and I succumbed. I took a picture of
the ‘quaint café’ and sent it to my friend via WhatsApp. Meanwhile, another friend was bored and had texted me on WhatsApp: “What are you up
to?” I invited him over and voila – looks like the rainy, cold evening was
turning out to be a fun evening catching up with a friend after 20 long
years.
He arrived
and after the first bout of reminiscing on the ‘good’ old days, we decided to
make our way to one of Bangalore’s popular watering holes. We were
chatting at the counter over a beer when I noticed him checking his phone –
with me sitting right in front of him. Oops - ‘Another one bites the dust.’
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God: Be
still and know that you are God
Brigit:
Actually, it is “Be still and know that I am God”.
God: Same
thing
Brigit: I
suppose you’re referring to the Buddhist phrase: “If you meet the Buddha
on the road to enlightenment - kill him!” Right now I’m struggling to just BE
still and not KNOW that my WhatsApp icon is blinking. Do you mind?!