The Learntainment Spot

It's gone. The real communication is gone. The style of convos altered from words to emoticons. And all we do is hit the Like/ Unlike/ Share button. The 'smart lad’ glued to his smart phone forgets his milieu, the care of his father, the lullaby of his granny.. and even the taste of his mom's food- And now he orders virtual Kentucky chicken that makes him sick. The smart lad has no time to help his lil sister in doing her homeworks, but spends time checking his WhatsApp messages every now and then. Abash.. total abash. The smart lad has thousands of followers on Instagram and Twitter, but knows none in person. Flawlessness is seldom seen- The smart lad hunts for privacy at home, but not on Facebook. Aah. Wrecked condition! Meanwhile he's busy making online friends, sharing selfies, hitting likes to various pages, poking friends, creating stories on Snapchat.. Ugh. Nothing is born out of his creativity. Want to know...

Standing in front of the mirror I stared at my body like 'they' did every time they saw me. I mustered up courage and asked what stood before me, who are you? . . A cartoon? A clown? An object of ridicule? A mistake? Ah. I didn't get an apt answer. I turned dust before my eyes. The courage I gathered, left me too. I traveled back to those days of shame, Those days when they killed me with the Pronoun Game. They made me feel worthless and injected my nerves with humiliation. They always demanded a clear cut answer, which I hadn't in my store. Ah, I lost every time. The hunt to find out my true self continued. In the puddle I saw my reflection. Aah , twas too disgusting- my own image got separated into three- A man figure on the right, a woman figure to the left and a disoriented figure right in the middle. Ufff. Ruminating on all these I crushed the mirror into pieces. My mother ran towards me. I asked her, “Who am I?!” She hugged me and whispered, "My chi...

When I used to ramble through the streets doing nothing, they called me a tinny fellow! When I duplicated the world and ended up in goofy stuffs, they called me a ninny, a copycat, a coward! I then gained grit, envisioned my dreams, moved forward and reached high. They uttered it's just by fluke! When I had to face my downfall, they said life's all about this and that nothing persists. And finally when I died, they told each other, it was her doom..and now let's choose the next person and start weighing him. Oh how piercing the language of worldly people are!!