So another one of you reading it proves you have ample time to waste on it.But then I wonder why we always complain of time shortage. Well we live in a strange world. Or maybe I’m thinking that way these days after reading and watching lot of propaganda & counter propaganda stuff. Maybe know it’s getting hard to accept all what I’m shown and all what I easily shut my eye of reason and logic. Every morning we wake up we don’t wish it to be a good day, we just hope It don’t turn into a bad one. We are technology obsessed too without even understanding or even bothering of the consequences. I wake up and check my online life much before I think or attend the real life issues. I switch on the T.V to find out what may have happened during the last 4 hours or so I slept last night. And this entire still won’t change the world and the things happening in it. But we going deep in this , Know If I say we are just being made addicted of all this to make the products and services sell it won’t be wrong. But I would be labeled a conspiracy theorist. Think yourself for a minute what’s the hottest thing we hear about in our lives these days?? Facebook,Twitter,Iphones,Ipads,Android Phones that’s it. They all have grown into big big giants only because of the hunger we have shown. A hunger created without any logic. I don’t think any of these do any good to us. Yet there are advocates of the new technology not only creating hype and frenzy about it but also making it a point to join the band wagon. By the way I am also thinking of buying an android phone because yes I’m also trying to jump on the bandwagon.
Life wasn’t about all this what we have been made to feel, think , accept, and promote. It was much more than that. I don’t know where it got lost. And the problem is I can’t find the answer too. Or maybe I’m too scared to try finding it. I am like on a dope diet of all these things. To me the reality and hardship of life ended from the time I saw cartoon characters stealing it from each other to get more. The time when I saw the protectors of law selling it on street. The moment I found power can over power any truth justification or law. I started getting programed to get just the best. To get it from whatever way. Some will argue it’s the effect of nurturing at home but no it’s more than that too. Media is more powerful then parents today. I thought Johnny bravo was cool because he can have any girl he wants. I thought Richie Rich is like me it’s just his family was strong so I started cursing my own . The trouble started from there. Parents were thinking they fulfilling the needs of their children but still they not behaving properly or always seem like unhappy. What they forgot was that long ago wants became the needs. And needs were considered like if they are the sole right of the person without doing nothing even. We fed the whole system with the lust of money, & perishable items . We made these things more important than human values , character , & emotions.
And when you go against the laws of nature what you expect to get another new world? Certainly not but we made another world in our real world. A world full of fantasy, lust, jealousy, selfishness , greed, and bigotry . Yet we never tried to go back and find the root cause. We feel it easy to cut the weed from top. We don’t take the pain to pull it from roots. Or maybe we don’t want to pull it out. We just want a fresh face. That keep on feeding our own interests. World surely has gone in some strange hands and strange thoughts. Maybe I’m also one of them . Thinking loud about the world we live in surely make some other minds think for a second. And we all are in a way trying to create our own small world. Our own followers. Whether it be Osama or Obama the whole war is just to get fame and a known face. The cause for which everything starts dies up somewhere in between. We don’t wana find what this world is going to be like or what’s gonna be our place in it. Yet we find it easy to check and comment on a fake profile of some lunatic named LADY GAGA.
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