The Social Vagabond

In modern times we might be looking for the easy way out in many things but the whole social arena is more complex now, than ever before. The age of instant everything is upon us. From Instant Coffee & Tea to Instant Maggi & Instant Relationships! This urgency has made us so impatient that if we know a person will not reply to our messages right away, we probably won't message them at all.

Our attention span has shortened to that of a goldfish. Meeting people has become almost obsolete because now you hold in your hand a device that is mutating to such an extent so as to include the most bizarre conveniences. Firstly, you may notice that you are sitting with one group but talking to a whole different group of friends. Secondly, the amenities mentioned earlier, which are provided by your cell phone allow you to operate your washing machine/AC while you are supposedly ‘socialising.’ The word has redefined itself, which is all but fine until you realise that it’s a cruel joke played on you by your tenth grade teacher, who promised to teach you the easy method but now the maths problem has taken a 180-degree turn into tricky!

The numbers of channels on TV are increasing with every releasing sitcom and movie. So many apps and games which were probably invented by some IT guy who was rejected by a prom queen and now he is seeking revenge on the world by turning everyone into an introvert!

The only people who realise this situation look like revolutionaries from the Biblical era, who were seen in the middle of the street screaming, ‘The time has come, save yourselves!’ Of course the outcasts knew they were right so they didn't mind being called crazy. 

The naive writer wrote this piece much-before the era of OTTs and Black Mirror.

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