Yesterday was part of a small get together or 'Dawat' so to say in Urdu term. There were quite a few people in the get together but strangely apart from the normal exchange of greeting and pleasantries rarely people spoke with each other.. It was not as if they were not in speaking terms with each other, but all of them were glued to the T.V set which was showing the IPL or some Hindi movie... The only point of conversation also emanated from the visuals being seen on the T.V... of whether the decision by the coach of a certain team to have multiple captains was sensible or not... or whether the histrionics of some actor was better than some other actor etc etc... Nobody seems to be talking to each other on their own life, what their journey has been, or keen to understand what other is goin thru.. I am not suggesting in a sense to say that peeping in to anybody's life is what I would call an ideal conversation... But then talking about real person, real story would be so much more real and empathetic than just sitting around the idiot box and talking about people who matter very less in our life...I still remember with absolute nostalgia the good old (pre television) days of child hood... when we would all gather at our Nana's place and all of our elders would sit in a circle after lunch or dinner and will have such hearty chat.. whether it would be friendly bantering between by my father and my uncle ( the popular Jija - Sala rishta comin in to force) or the michevious leg pulling conversation of my Khalu with his only Saali i.e my mom...
The conversation used to be so hilarious, that people will choke on their laugh while some will have tears in their eyes laughing continuously while some would just roll with uncontrollable laughter... simple things in life like mimicking some relative or some known person's mannerism or just the simple relating together of my Nana with his son - in laws as regards various anecdotes in the jobs of the later with the job that the the former did...
Even as kids we would roam around and play together.. while at the same time talking to each other about what we did in our schools, who all are the friends that we made and the new games we have learnt etc etc.. The conversation used to extend long in to night till our moms would forcibly put us in to beds to sleep...
Its not only the personal life that I find now to be affected by this lack of friendly talk and the gradual fading away of an art called the Art of Conversation.. Now everybody seems to be leading a virtual life... plugged to an Internet, people are clued in to the large global community and it is this place where socialisation is carried out.. umpteenth social sites like Orkut, Facebook etc have taken away from us ordinary mortals the gift of an Innocent conversation and may be somewhere along the line deprived the joy of a hearty laugh with a real human being for a change...
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Imtiaz bhai this piece of writing is raising a very important and crucial agenda of today's reality and that is forced factor of INDIVIDUALITY and chosen factor of
small heartedness. Sharing , talking , discussing , listening to each other or even listening to a stranger takes away nothing from us if we actaully have the acceptance of the same , but the virtual boundaries are taking real spaces in our life, which makes human being nothing but a small being , the concept of BADA AADMI in earlier days was about the inner tallness and not about positions but these days its vice versa Imtiaz Bhai. The more proffessionaly sound we are becoming more narrow probably our lives and vision and hearts are becoming. BEST WISHES
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