Hi Readers,
Everybody is wired nowadays! Not to the brain scan machine, for a sanity check, but to the earphones. My daily commute to the office takes place in one of the Steel wagons running on a set of steel bars. People are sitting on the seats, hanging off the pole, standing and waiting for somebody to leave a seat vacant to be occupied -- they all seem to have come from the M.a.t.r.i.x movie.
A wire is hanging lose, black and sometimes white, from their auricles to a hand held device, or disappearing into the pant pockets. They are travelling in silence, having focussed their eyes at the infinity. They are listening to a radio channel, favourite song play-list, or just anything. I am observing them, too, with a wire hanging lose from my auricles. There is so much music being played in the wagon but there is only a constant clickety-clak of the wagon's steel wheels to be heard. There is a festival, one of a kind, being enjoyed, silently, in various languages, genres, eras, bit-rates and artists.
Then, one day, the devices start to bleed blue. They grow a new set of teeth, blue in colour and with those teeth they cut off the wire, chewing off the outer plastic fibre and twisting the copper inside with great stress, breaking it. They do not stop bleeding blue. They keep on filling the void with the bluish radiations of the spectrum range of 2.4 Ghz. The earphones grow in size and evolve in various sizes and shape. A wonderful transformation had taken place.
The music festival still is in place. Just the devices are now bleeding blue.
Everybody is wired nowadays! Not to the brain scan machine, for a sanity check, but to the earphones. My daily commute to the office takes place in one of the Steel wagons running on a set of steel bars. People are sitting on the seats, hanging off the pole, standing and waiting for somebody to leave a seat vacant to be occupied -- they all seem to have come from the M.a.t.r.i.x movie.
A wire is hanging lose, black and sometimes white, from their auricles to a hand held device, or disappearing into the pant pockets. They are travelling in silence, having focussed their eyes at the infinity. They are listening to a radio channel, favourite song play-list, or just anything. I am observing them, too, with a wire hanging lose from my auricles. There is so much music being played in the wagon but there is only a constant clickety-clak of the wagon's steel wheels to be heard. There is a festival, one of a kind, being enjoyed, silently, in various languages, genres, eras, bit-rates and artists.
Then, one day, the devices start to bleed blue. They grow a new set of teeth, blue in colour and with those teeth they cut off the wire, chewing off the outer plastic fibre and twisting the copper inside with great stress, breaking it. They do not stop bleeding blue. They keep on filling the void with the bluish radiations of the spectrum range of 2.4 Ghz. The earphones grow in size and evolve in various sizes and shape. A wonderful transformation had taken place.
The music festival still is in place. Just the devices are now bleeding blue.
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