Apropos indispire challenge how I’d spend a
week without modern day gadgets…
Admitted
that I have a long held habit of glancing at the newspaper headlines with my
morning cup of tea, but this I can push aside without any remorse any
time. My favorite editorial page no
longer enlightens like old days. Coverage of political events seem more biased and less objective. Still, though infrequently, an incisive critique in a Sunday edition does stir my interest. However,
to give that up is no big deal either.
Strangely, I’ve
little fascination for modern day mania of mobile use. I have never tried to
figure out the plethora of Apps vying for attention in all conceivable commercial
ventures. My mobile use is limited to keeping in touch with my near and dear
ones and well-wishers.
TV has long ceased to be any source of something,
which is pleasurable. The last serial, which I watched a few episodes of, before
the story was dragged to oceanic lengths, but now almost forgotten was ‘Jassi
Jaisa Koi Nahi.’ I really loved the gawky and ingenuous Jassi in the brutally
competitive world of fashion. About TV debates, less said the better.
Therefore,
friends do you think I’d have any regrets in giving up the above gadgets? In fact, it’d be a situation like hitting a
jackpot. I think like minded tribe is increasing by the day.
More time and my rendezvous with nature would
widen its span. I’d have plenty of time to linger in the park, while on my
morning walk. I’d stop by the silver oaks, where my all weather friends: the
capricious squirrels enact mind boggling display of their acrobatic skills.
That too without entry tickets! Birds on
the trees will have an interested listener to their morning orchestra in the
thick of foliage. The trees and other plants will swing back and forth in the
cool breeze to impress the genuine admirer. My precious park companions would
help me unwind by freezing the unpleasant moments. The purity of their cheerful
bearing would open my mind to new ideas, for my love of writing.
At home front, more is always less. My potted plants and herbs would be relieved
to see me fussing over them lovingly. The gardener’s casual upkeep during
four months of my absence had taken away their luster. The positive change
in their looks would gladden my heart. What more could one ask for?
My ‘Kindle’
in its red jacket pushed to a corner on my table looks livid because of my cold
approach towards it for a long time. I know it’d come round with my loving
caress and realization of our deepest and reverent bonds.
A few books,
which always lift my spirits with gems
of wisdom, and provide immense pleasure would accompany me to my bed after
dinner. Hours slip by in the quietude of concentration while reading your
favorite books.
Time for
specific trips to the market for the important shopping that was always relegated to the end of lists for endless
essentials.
Small joys always cheer me. I enjoy, sorting out the stuff in the
cupboards to make the clothes breathe freely. The joyful gamble of coming
across some items, which had been faded out of the memory zone, is an incentive
enough to carry out the exercise.
Free time
will motivate me to assign regular hours for aerobic workouts and recommended
exercises for my neck pain.
Not to
forget the valuable time slot, which’d be available for ‘me’ time. Up front would be introspection, focusing on
self-improvement and on evolving an attitude of kindness and tolerance towards
others. To develop enthusiastic participation in social causes would be consciously contemplated.
Lack of time always stand in the way of
executing pending tasks left in the lurch repeatedly. May be these have better luck this time.
In the absence of the onslaught of distractions, I’d laze around trying to hum lyrics of a much loved song. ‘Yeh zindgi usi ki hai jo kisi ka ho gya………
Friends, welcome to take ahead the conversation!
