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Being 'Sense'ible

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 even Google can't answer". Though I didn't imagine a competition between God and Google(!!) but then ... what do you know!

For a 2 weeks' travel to Istanbul, Google Weather's 'next 10 days' forecast assured me of a manageable and not-so-cold climate. I felt - a pair of trousers (white and black), a nice skirt and a knee-length dress were more than enough (along with the jacket of course!).

Day 1 - Google predicted '100% precipitation'. The dress made sense.
(It didn't rain the whole day. The chilly winds made things worse. I was shivering badly by night.)
Day 2 - Google predicted a dry day. Obviously, the white pants should have been perfect.
(When we left the hotel, it was raining heavily! (😭 My white pants!!) We had to book a cab.)
They say that what happens twice has to have a third time!
Day 3 - Google predicted slight rain and not much cold. The skirt was the first thing on my mind. - I ended up wearing the warmest clothes I had. Turned out it was snowing (First snow of the year and my life!!!) and temperature had dipped to minus.
What saved me? They were the 4 magical words my friend and fellow hotelier WhatsApped me just before I was getting ready - "Look outside your window"

Come to think of it, no matter how great the app is, nothing beats using your own senses!

[P.S. : Google Weather gives you the latest info. So banking on a day or a 4 hour earlier prediction may get you into trouble!]

"Outside my window"

Comments

  1. UnknownMarch 5, 2018 at 7:16 AM

    Very true. Technology has made life easy; but it's making us lazy too. It has made the world a small place; but made our minds small too. We don't even care to ask someone or talk to someone since we have 'Google'. Well written. Keep going

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  2. UnknownMarch 5, 2018 at 7:51 PM

    I totally agree with you. Very recent example would be maps and eh, train tracking app too. Due to this continuously bombardment of apps in the small box in our hands, we are going through Digital Slavery!

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