Even the
most introverted of us aren't completely asocial. There is always that need to
be validated, accepted and appreciated, unless you’re some monk.
We are
always connected to our digital avatars, socializing with over a thousand other
phantoms plugged in. It’s so convenient to post minute by minute updates about
yourself and your life and starting to believe this false notion how all of us
are one big connected family. But are
we, really? Our relationships are sometimes just one log out/deactivate button
away from ending. Poof! And the phantom is no more.
Somewhere,
something seems to be lost. Social networking has made our communication easier
and at the same time there’s lesser meaning attached to it. A snippet of
conversation shared in the real world has the power to metamorphose into a
memorable experience that could evoke the same memories and rush of emotions
actually felt in the past. It’s not just the words that are an essential component
of our communication but the warmth of the actual presence, the soul stirring
eye contact, the magic of touch and the unspoken language of the two
individuals in the same time-space coordinates. I shudder to think the hopelessness
that will ensue when we all will finally acknowledge the futility of the
current model of social networking.
Today, there
is a bombardment of messages and a lot to escape from an offline life. More so
on days when you suddenly become important because it is your birthday. I have
this weird habit. I switch off my phone and deactivate all my online accounts
to enjoy a depressing existential crisis every birthday. The reason being, the
wishes or tweets or messages are nowhere as real as the sentiments they
proclaim to display.
Let the
Internet be a tool for documenting memories and keeping a track of interactions
because without external stimulation we all would go insane. Meanwhile,
remember that isolation is standing, smirking in the background as we fool ourselves
in the illusory World Wide Web, waiting to grip its steely fingers on us at our
vulnerable best.