HANDS FREE...

It was a few days back when I was lazing on my sofa with a smart phone in my right hand and the left hand under my pillow. This was my usual FB posture. The right hand was always occupied either commenting on irrelevant updates or updating unnecessary statuses.

My toddler son was just playing around me and I was giving him partial attention. A small puddle of spilt water grabbed my eyeballs for a brief time. The very next instant, Prithvy slipped on it and landed on his soft diaper shielded bums. There was no injury but after a transient whimpering, he resumed his running about. This incident was relatively a minor one in significance but drastically changed my thinking in life.

I had unlimited and unrestricted access to the net. There was Wi-Fi and my laptop too had a net connection. To top it up, my phone also had internet. The magnetic rays of net were all around me. I had no escape route. They followed me everywhere and I succumbed to them. I became a perpetual net surfer. FB and the net came to occupy a part of my anyways busy life.

It was as if my life was under electronic surveillance 24/7. I was living my life for others. What they would comment on my activities and photos became more important to me than the primary activity itself. It was a sad plight. I had sacrificed simple pleasures of my family life while living the digital fake life.
A pseudo life was not worthy of living.

The all pervading concern was superficial.
Everybody was busy in their own quagmire of lives to bother about our life.
The plastic smiles and the crocodile tears had to stop at one point.

I made the best decision of my life a few weeks back.
My phone has no net now, The Wi Fi box was set free of all the connections and kept aside, later disposed off by my son who just flung it outside our window. The impact shattered the plastic box.
The impact shattered the plastic smiles for good.
I only use the laptop now, for writing my blogs.
My wife is indeed happy nowadays.
Her face beams with a contented smile.

C'mon! My son Prithvy! Hug me now.

My hands are free now!