Sreya-ism : the personal touch

Letting my thoughts flow and run wild...
As I sat today it all just came back
It's a world of convenience and selfish pursuit to save "trouble" and "energy " I see...
Came to mind as I spent an entire day reading ...a real book ...a book I can touch feel , breathe in the fragrance of old pages
While technology is great and has "eased" out life it's dehumanised us in many ways I feel
We've become slaves to clicks and ctrl+alt +del
Having things at our "finger tips " is really so . The notions of touch are different . We connect to the entire world while in reality we may not have connected with our own soul
Flashbacks ....
We would search hours , wait days after requisitioning a book at a library . There was a charm in that . A patience . A respect . To a system . That respect has gone.
We would ( and I still do ) smile at seeing a new book adorn a book store shelf and later fit perfectly into the home book shelves
I still spend time to just stand and look at the books I own
I can't even imagine a kindle . No matter what .
Movies were looked forward to for big screen . To enjoy . Not to click which site we can download them from . There again was patience and effort to wait. To appreciate the fruits of waiting .
And now we complain if a web page loads slowly or a smart phone hangs !
This holds true for so much in our lives
While technology has perhaps increased efficiency it has in more ways than one decreased our patience and learning to value bits in our life , be it families , relationships or friendships .
Theres Skype to see our families and friends So efforts to travel and see them are lesser on many counts ...think ...isn't it ?
There WhatsApp and social media to show the number of friends we have and connect with . So why make efforts to visit or call ?
Mobile phones and personal gadgets have entrenched the " I Me Myself" and we Honour sharing space less and less . I remember the days when there would be one Lanline , bring shared not just by family but Neighbours too
There were handwritten letters that arrived . Birthday cards were made by hand too . We waited for that personal touch and it meant a way of life that was accepted .
With all the virtual and E , have we lost the real meaning of WE and drowned in "what's -in-it-for-me?"
We still come and go the same way but the personal touch has gone. The human has gone . We take things for granted . Real relationships for granted in a mad pursuit. But reaching where ? The grave or the urn?
The real has gone and the virtual and make believe is what is the order of the day ...
Impatience and irritability rule. We want everything fast and NOW!
Why ??!
And before we realise , a life has been lived and we suddenly realise we perhaps may not have been human at all ... Ironically after a machine like life we breathe our human last breath...