Technology without humanity

March 18, 2015

This hardly requires lengthy elaboration. Without technology humanity has no future. None at least worth discussing. Having said that, we have to be mindgul that we don’t become so slaved to technology for the sake of technology that we end up losing our human feelings.

This is what I shared with a colleague recently, who has a habit of SMSing all the time. Don’t get me wrong. I SMS too. I even happen to believe its a niffty app that allows people to keep in touch. But when people start to use this medium of communication ONLY because they much prefer not to have a real conversation.

Then it’s just plain dumb. I do not think it’s unreasonable when I told this person that in future he should just use the bloody phone.


‘Technology does not always add value to our lives. At times it can render our existence mechanical, metallic and unthinking. Recently I visited the city and all I could make out were entire rivers of people who looked as if they were all suffering from mass hearing impairment – as they had barricaded themselves in their hermetically sound proofed Ipod world.

In a cafe everyone was tapping busy tapping away at their smart phones. They were talking, but yet everyone looked as if something sinister had been added to the water supply. All I could make out were zombies. I remembered wondering to myself – perhaps the city has changed. Perhaps I don’t fit in any longer like one of those old cassettes one finds from time in a place where things go to die…silently….quietly….in darkness.

Somewhere between two lamppost. I felt a deep urge to return to where I came from. I paused momentarily at the reflected image of myself in a shop window – a man attired in a strange bush jacket was staring back. For a moment he looked like a stranger I hardly recognized, like one of those characters one comes across in sepia prints from some bygone age. Perhaps it was the way this stranger carried himself – or maybe it was simply the curious interplay of light and shadows that painted him as some peculiar caricature that stood apart from the times.

Following my chance encounter with the stranger in the shop window. Thereafter I drew an invisible boundary between myself and other people. I can’t recall whether it was a conscious decision. Maybe….perhaps….only it’s not something I would usually do. I maintained a set distance, carefully monitoring the attitude and demeanor of others so that they wouldn’t get any closer. I didn’t easily swallow what other people told me. Unbeknown to me then I begun slowly to remounce to the world and give all of myself like a desolate island set against the infinity of the endless seas.’

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