Today is Saturday, and I am sitting in my office, writing this DP as, it is a large room where I am sitting, there is a big window on my right side which is covered by a curtain. I slightly move that curtain and look outside, Tall trees are waving slowly in this February winter, on the other side of trees I could peek upon the busy road. I see this road so busy and so jammed that sometime I wonder that what would happen if one day this road refuses to carry its entire load. Even mighty Ganges would not have enough flow of water as this road has burden of traffic.
Sometime I think I am too behind the time, latest technology , gazettes irritates me, I do not like the fancy clothes, watches, it all looks to complex and too difficult. Instead of these I like the trees, flowers, smiles of child, running water and the rusty smells of old books. I sometime think that I should have born in previous time, when there was no electricity, no newspaper, no emails, and no mobiles and nothing that is called modern, or latest. You live with the nature just like a flower, never been eager to grow up faster.
Day before yesterday, I went in a marriage, it was a long drive, and the moment I reached there, it was almost 10.30 at night, I look on the bride I look on the groom, there was truck load of makeup both were carrying on their faces on their bodies and on their mind. People in bridal dress look like the ghost, the accessories moved out your freshness, there are so many things pasted on your face, as you look lost, different person, and a living ghost.
We have made ourselves prisoner of technology, of our boosted egos and a desire, not desire actually, but obsession of possession.
