On the Edge

NO

I am not alone.

That's pretty obvious. Usually, I get flowers and phone calls at least four times a year from dost log.

That's because different sites have published different birth dates for me and they stay in Google memory.

Today, I use my cell phone to add and subtract, recall phone no. and faces, remind me about birth days. My laptop tries to correct my spellings, languages, grammar and often makes mistakes itself.

NO, I don't need to remember anything at all.

Google helps me to find it in an instant.

I wonder what was the song Bade Ghulam aLi sang in Khudita Pashan?

Tagore's unforgettable ghost story that Tapan Sinha's directed, for which Ali Akbar Khan wrote the music?

Not to worry. Google has an answer.

When Google fails there is an Twitter. Somebody, Somewhere will always have an answer to the question bothering you.Well the answer need not always be right. None of us look for right answers in life. We look for answers that comfort us. Its a bit like finding GOD. If he doesnt exist, we will have to manufacture him.

No, its not stress or any sort of tension that is slaying my memory cells. Moreover, this time I am trying to express all the shit On Nitin's special blog.

:D

Its just that I am becoming a technology victim i guess.

Do I really need taps that go off on their own or lights that come on when I walk into my room?

Do I need so much technology in my Life?

Do I really need 11 digits phone number that no one can recall without assistance?

What about simple, easy to remember words?

Why not stick to 10 people who really matter to you and call them instead of sending an ecard or a scrap to them on orkut?

Why to send a V-card when a simple kiss can do?

How can internet sex be a substitute for the real thing?

Yet porn is the biggest business on the net.So, as this year stumbled to an december end , I make this promise to MYSELF .

Let me enslave technology, not let it run my life for ME.

ChEErs for an upcoming year :P