AmitVele's Blog

"Soon silence will have passed into legend. Man has turned his back on silence. Day after day he invents machines and devices that increase noise and distract humanity from the essence of life, contemplation, meditation" - Jean Arp   Facebook , Android phones and PC games have clogged my brain. My knees hurt and I get pissed off by face to face conversations. My relationships are in a turmoil .My belly is no longer flat and has begun to show curves. My eyes? Oh! they are showing red nerves.  I don’t want to miss out a single notification .I get easily disappointed when that faceook notification is a game request. I just can’t wait to check my watsapp every minute. My wrists pain when I play motion games even while I cross the road and then curse the car driver who almost hit me for not being alert. It feels my surrounding is an illusion and I tend to live in more of virtual reality which is infact for me a reality.  Thumbs weren’t designed for fast movem...

( If font size seems small use Ctrl + mouse scroll  to zoom ) Little Inu always had a beautiful day. One thing she would eagerly wait is to return home from the school as fast as she could so that she could drape her mother’s dupatta on her white frock and start teaching her imaginary students behind the closed door of balcony. A ruler in her hand and a chalk with the slate was all the apparatus more than enough to set her classroom.  Unlike her teacher she won’t punish her students, but just tried to teach them all over again. Amidst the lectures she would imagine a recess break where she would eat the grapes and sliced apples her mother gave her in a bowl before she went asleep in the afternoon and then silenced her students if necessary. The physical world was so small but her balcony expanded into a living classroom with her imagination. And when she would hear her mother bangle sounds she would recover back quickly into the real world so that she didn’t have to...