As I know it

There was a time when I would 'write' letters, 'create' cards, 'find and remember a place' based on the instructions I got from the locals and so on. It has been more than a decade since I actually 'wrote' a letter. And I can't remember the last time I dialed my friends' number to say a 'hi' (Should calling your best friend on their birthday count?) Well, when the apps are here why do we need to! "Absolutely!" - I'll say. There are umpteen things for which I, for one, have stopped using my hands or legs and senses and started depending more on the apps and the net. I just can't seem to ignore Google, for instance. They seem to have a billion apps for a million things. Ok... so that's exaggeration. But you get the point right. You don't talk/write/share/chat/travel/create/play/listen/blog/WHAT...EVER - You just  Google . I have actually seen sermon advertisements that read - "There are somethings that ev...

I love to write. Whether people understand it or not is a different matter. I got it clear long back. Like most kids in primary classes, I had an open mind. And a bizarre imagination. I would pour out all of this in the form of poems, complete with their rhymes and phrases. I would read and re-read my creativity back to myself and feel as an Oxford graduate everytime I completed a poem. I used to show my poetry to my family. Now you just don't deject a child, do you?! So there I was, all swelled up in pride whenever my folks would talk about my 'writing skills'. I was the next Shakespeare in the making. Or so I thought. And then there was the school magazine. I would feverishly write out my 'feelings' and submit to the editorial board. You can well imagine my disappointment, when each year, the book came albeit without my write-up. Now seriously!! How could they ignore such brilliance!! It was not until high school that my English teacher (carefully and) lovi...