The advent of the Internet today has transformed our very lifestyles and culture. The way a person looks at himself is hardly connected (even remotely) to the way a self-respecting human being considered his image to be just more than a decade ago. The world is virtualised beyond all logic. College boys become alluring models/divas and the like online while some adults project themselves as young students. While internet was conceived as a servant to smoothen the routine roughness of life, it has silently pulled the caret from beneath our feet, toppling us beneath itself, all the while unbeknownst to us.
This semi-bombastic spurt of thought was a consequence of one of the absolutely-pointless-pastimes of our generation today - begging for likes on Facebook! I was wasting my theoretically precious time in the pursuit of casual views (hits) on an activity of my virtual self on this social network. As expected, the post received no notes of appreciation, no clicks, no comment chains that it purportedly deserved. I considered the meaning of this and thought about how I react to a similar work by my friends. Do I canvas 'likes' for them, do I involve myself in comment wars with (un)known persons? Do I signal ostentatiously that 'I have read your article. It is great! kudos! Blah Blah Blah...' ? On second (the more realistic) thought, I realised I do no such things. A Friend posts something, I read through it and I push it aside and move back to kill the rest of my time. Then why should I expect different from others? Are we not all the same, social and political (i.e. pointless) segmentations not being considered?
It was then that I decided follow Lord Krishna's diktat about bothering about one's work and turning a blind eye to all else, etc. I will post articles henceforth doing only minimal publicity (i.e, posting them on my social networking face(-book)s) and will not fret and flounder around with its associated notifications. Let the material find its way into people's notice. I shall not judge another's articles/creative publications by the number of flaunty numbers attached to it, but only by its value. I will not live my life on a billboard!
Creativity is Dead! Long Live Creativity!
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