Connected but still not in touch!

Just read an article from Pritish Nandy about technolgy. I agree to him with technology we keep on adding options to our life. I remember in my graduation I had ten chapters but our holy and kind university had given us option of five, meaning out of ten you can just read five chapters. But I aways respected a dialogue from Antonio Banderas, work smarter not harder. So I chose to read three chapters which are much enough to score 35 and to promote. But wait, I was not just smart but smarter so use to ask my seniors for VIP and MIP questions (that stands for Very Important Questions and Most Important Questions). Infact sometime our Professors were so practical that they use to give us the MIP questions, rather answers.

Moral of the story: I am graduate!

The same with our life too today. We have so much of options that we don't even hug our freinds today on their birthday but do greet them with facebook's free gifts, hugs n kisses, and a day in advance and that also suggested and reminded by facebook. And the irony is, we call them social sites! We call our girl before the midnight, or in advance to ensure we are the first to call. But is this advance? I confess my most of words are while no one is around, its either my phone or the screen. With a status, I am available. Am I?
We even keep reminders of maa's birthday. If you think, logical but if we at all can feel, disgusting and shameful.

Wow! Just got a call from Maa now! Long live old lady. She is in our home town Gadhwal, said we have 24 hrs water pipe line to our homes now! Might sound remote but was very own and connected to me. I still remember my tiny steps to the stream for water with my Mama and Mosies (Ihate calling them my maternal uncles and aunties, sounds very English and uncultured to my culture), to avoid studies. It was not a stream actually, in Gadhwali we call it Gadhera, a tiny chilled water fall with force of heaven, meaning a city kid was suggested to sit at twenty feet distance so that he dont get a cold. But the polluted city boy was excited enough to feel the chillness which was totally different from his city's fridge water and much forceful and whiter than his city's garden pipes. So he jumped finally and get thrown away with the force of heavenly water but he felt something which he never felt on the city's water fountains or bath tubs. So he had his best of ever, finally got pulled by Mosies for his asthma, and it took seven days, pair of warm blanket and the warmest oil massage from his Nani to stood up after that bath.

But today no one goes to the Gadhera, as 24 hours water pipe lines are inside our houses now. I feel sad for city kids. Can't stop missing it. :(

If I think logically, we got connected but emotionally I feel very aloof. Is that connectivity? Today my uncles keep asking my father about his possesions. They force him to buy houses and invest money in real estate. I hate to call my house a property or a possesion, its just my house. I hate people valuing their houses.

So its not just about graduating and move on but how do you graduate.

I don't know why we stay online while we are off to line!