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Smartphonoholics

Addicted to my smartphone
It was around midnight. I was almost done for my activities for the entire day & was about to go for a sound sleep.

Knock Knock!!! (And the phone vibrated)

Got ping from a friend. Let me connect with my friend on WhatsApp. We kept talking till 1’o clock. Lost in this vivid circle of social network, I decided to log into FB to check latest feeds from my friends. In the meanwhile some of my colleagues recommended me to download one of the newly launched applications on my phone.

Isn’t it that I am narrating your story too???

Believe it or not, Smart phones have become part and parcel of our lives. From socialising to shopping, to editing your pictures through various photo editing applications, we cannot think of our lives without smart phones.  We are engrossed in scoring in Candy Crush Saga/Angry Birds, exploring who visited our facebook profile, browsing through online shopping apps without even realising that face to face aka human contacts have dwindled in this age of smartphonoholics. Perhaps the first thing, in most cases, people look for once they wake up in the morning is their smart phone…..





Viber, Skype, Wechat, Pics Art, Gaana.com, Hungama.com, Roposo, All Memoirs & the list goes on….

We are living in the age of technological advancement where everything is technology driven & people inebriated with their phones. People take it pride in telling that they have end number of friends on social media sites. We have time to respond to messages received from any unknown person who stalks into our profile. But we hesitate to talk to strangers fearing that we would be considered insane approaching them.


Look at the above picture. Imagine how you would feel when you experience the same in your dining area- Detached, separated, and poignant. But this seems to have become the scene at every house. When was the last time we spent time with our parents, siblings, grandparents. Still remember the time when, as a kid, I used to go out with my cousins, family, take a stroll to the nearby park. Human contacts were very evident then & people had so much to talk face to face.


Wondering what will be lullabies for the future generation:-

Oh Dear! Please go to sleep,
Whatsapp calling me now,
Facebook posts waiting for me,
Now is the time to check whats new to shop,
And post pictures online.



It’s high time. Folks!!! Shut down your phones & talk to people around you as they are the precious gifts bestowed on us.  Phones are an important part of our lives for communicating but don't get addicted to them. Read books, articles, play with children, spend quality time with your friends, and connect to people. For these will be memories to cherish & reminisce once you grow old.  Posting pictures will not give you as much happiness as taking a leisurely walk with your loved ones in the evening, watching movies together, and playing soccer with your kids on weekend.






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