I’ve become an addict to my phone. It accompanies me everywhere, it provides food for thought. Bored in a discussion? I look into the phone, waiting in line? ’look into the phone, not interested in the conversation happening on the table? ’look into the phone, want to check something interesting to think about? ’look into the phone, in between work? ’look into the phone. And, nowadays, I enjoy more looking into the phone than participate in what’s going on around me. I’m not present in the present moment.
Archives for July 2013
I took a long warm bath, walked out to the hall, with a cup of coffee in my hand and gazed out of the window. It’s been drizzling since morning. I put my pen to the paper, waiting for emotion to move me. But, suddenly the incessant honking of the car behind me broke the reverie. I was not at home, but driving to the office in the rain, cribbing to myself about how wet I’d become by the time I reach office and not at home enjoying the peace of a rainy day. But, when I noticed the beauty of the clouds, the drenched roads, the cold, I drifted back into the past – rain makes me nostalgic.
When Abraham Lincoln said, “the best thing about the future is, it comes one day at a time”, I don’t think he realized that it is exaclty the sad part also. One of my friend went through a tough time with his parent. His dad was an alcoholic who’d get drunk, get hurt, get hospitalised (often in critical condition – either by accident or seizures), get discharged and drink again. This cycle repeated for seven years before his father passed away. My friend shudders even today whenever he recounts this horrid episode. It left him a changed person. A habit which his father cultivated day after day, ruined my friend’s life one day at a time. The worst part, he said, ‘it came slowly, one day at a time’.