OUTSOURCING the Brain

              This post is in the same series or will be in the same connotation with my earlier post "the boy who shook hands with sachin". I am gonna talk about Outsourcing not the Business outsourcing but the Memory outsourcing we all have been doing.


                Let me explain, remember those days when we were kids, we used to recall our parents mobile number or one of those landline phones we had,  those special days(birthdays) of closed ones by heart. Now how many of us do it. If your reaction is "Oh! thats on my phone", then YOU are outsourcing .

               I want you to remember the last crazy thing you did, that adventurous trip you had been to, or something awesome you saw, were you taking pictures? Video taping it? But why? Oh yeah we want to get likes on facebook. On a serious note we want to cherish the moment later so we take pictures. Are we even living in the moment to enjoy it later?

               
              What did our earlier generations do?Don't you think they ever had such experiences? Where did they store the memory? They LIVED the moment, enjoyed it, took the memory and placed carefully in the brain. When they wanted to go relive the moments, they went back to the specific place they stored and cherished it. What are we doing? Going to mobiles and laptops to cherish them cause they have been outsourced and our brains are busy on facebook.


             I want to tell you a story here, I was karting for the first time. I got so excited that I ended up video taping the whole experience. When I saw the video later, I wasn't  as exhilarated as before, no goose bumps. Why? Then it stuck me that I wasn't even enjoying the experience but looking at the camera all the time. Only when you live in the moment you can cherish it later.  All I want to say is LIVE in the moment not on your laptops or mobiles.

THE BOY WHO SHOOK HANDS WITH SACHIN

THE BOY WHO SHOOK HANDS WITH SACHIN

“Saachinnn… saachinn” Wankhade reverberated as the legend heads to the pavilion after a brilliant knock. As he climbed through the steps, all the cheering and applauding seemed to come from a distant end behind the steel security fence. He looked over his shoulder to the left, as a million eyes gazed him, to find people near the fence fixated their eyes on the brink of their raised hands; as they try seize the time frame in their electronic gadgets.

Amidst the electronic geeks, there came a boy running frantically and slid his hand through the fence. The following day, it made to the papers with the headline “THE BOY WHO SHOOK HANDS WITH SACHIN”, with a photograph.

Each day he waits at the play ground with his legs padded; holding a bat with despair as his friends preferred playing in a 16 inch ground with a joystick. Frustrated and desolated the boy feared of “living” becoming psychic than holistic. So, he grew up to become a traveler, and an adventure lover. He never bothered to capture his paragliding nor scuba diving. On asked, whether he wouldn’t cherish the moments later he says “I live in the moment, I don’t need pictures to revive my happy moments. If somebody does, then they are not enjoying it to the fullest”. The true spirit to relish is lost in the wake of “capturing” instead of “living” in the moments.

He hugs his buddies and wishes them on their special occasions while they pour out messages on social media on his special occasions. He lends his shoulder, while others express their condolences. He loves to watch a flower blossom than to like a picture of the same on a virtual platform.

His name is “LOST SOUL” he waits out there every nook and corner to be embraced and to be welcomed. Each day he prays “As mankind forgets to cherish little moments and to give the manifestations of little love and care, oh lord, do not let HUMANITY be a word expressed through a 16 inch to a 72 inch machine”.

Photo Credit: IndiaToday