Have we all succumbed to the Digital trauma?📱

Have we all succumbed to the Digital Trauma? I mean, have we lost control over ourselves that we cannot manage an hour of the day without our smartphone?

I would call it trauma, that is more fatal than physical ones because you would never know its impact until you have lost yourself to it and you want to come out of it but not able to find a way out. It is like a slow-growing benign tumor, that is initially outside you but gradually get into your body and suddenly turns malignant. I think the 21st Century has already fallen prey to the digital world and cannot find their ways out of it. And I strongly suggest, it’s high time to get out of it before it becomes more fatal.

I could see the kids, even the toddlers refusing to take their feeds, without a cartoon or a smartphone in their hand. I could see kids of two or three years of age grizzling for an iPhone X. I could see The elders chastise them and they go back to their phones pretending to be working, checking emails for hours together.

The World mental health day is observed on October 10. In 2018, the theme put forth by WHO was ”Young people and Mental Health in a Changing World”. The expanding use of online technologies, while undoubtedly bringing many benefits, can also bring additional pressure, as connectivity to virtual networks at any time of day and night grows. Young people living in these situations are particularly vulnerable to mental distress and illness, they say.

Everyone in a house is alone. All settle down to the posts on Instagram, see what their friends share. Some are into pornographic videos, the greatest destruction that one causes to oneself because it eats you up and you wouldn’t know. This has been causing the widest devastation in the digital world and there is no control over it. Some would settle into News, some to any of the other posts which absolutely makes no sense, but apparently, have taken the place of most authentic resources ever. This is yet another malediction to the society that people tend to believe that hypertension, Diabetes, and Cancer do not exist and they are creations of doctors and the pharmaceutical industry if the social media says so. What if they say Pregnancy does not exist? Would people go in favor of that as well?

It’s high time that we change this situation. Let us not give our precious free time to our smartphones but to our hobbies that have parted ways probably long back that we have forgotten them.

Keep your hobbies alive.

Your heart would be at peace if your leisure time is taken over by your hobbies rather than your smartphones. Your hobbies have even more power than anything else that shows up in Social Media. Go out talk to your friends and family or ring them up for a positive impact. Play till you sweat. And live your life to the fullest.

Thank you for reading 🧡


A Confession to Self

Have I been so ambitious,

That I have lost my way,

To my dreams that were all?

Have I been so committed,

That I have lost the ones,

Who loved me once?

Have I been so sincere

That I am locked up

In the justice of my own creation?

Have I been in love,

That I have lost myself,

In my own battle?

I woke up from nothingness,

Into the pale hues of reality,

Drifting away from my reverie,

Succumbed to my devastation.

But I proclaim to myself,

To fix upon what I am.

Let the naysayers and critics

Do their part.

But I shall not stop

Until my heart needs a stop.

I let go of the things,

That was not mine.

And walk forth,

Until my heart needs a stop.

For the First Time …

A lot more had happened to me, in a week. I ran back home 2000 miles away from my college. It always had a magnetic property that attracted every single cell of mine into it. No matter things go wrong. I didn’t even care that I was running short of time and I have to give my exams in a couple of days ( or as we med students say In less than 480 hours). All my heavy textbooks lie beside my bed waiting eagerly for a touch from me. They couldn’t find their way to my study table even. But then again, I choose to go back home.

This time traveling back home was all fun. It wasn’t a usual 4-hour flight that I usually spend, scrolling down through all of the old stuff on my phone and listening to some good old music. I usually keep staring at my watch counting, probably every minute of the four hours of flight, thinking of reaching the airport, rushing to my parents, jump into my car, go home, crawl onto my bed and sleep.

This time as I was about to board, at the boarding gate I was told that my seat was upgraded to the Business Class. I wondered what in the world has happened now. I would have probably given them a stupid look, that a man took my boarding pass from me and started explaining the differences between the Business class and the Economy class, all about the cost and the facilities and blah blah blah. This man, who was in his early thirties shouldn’t run to me and take so much of pain to explain this silly thing. Anyways, I pretended to be knowing it for the first time. Alright! He is now happy that he explained to me things well and he passed me the boarding pass.

I walked to the flight door and I was greeted by an Air hostess. I made my way to my seat, 3D. I felt comfortable and super excited about my first ever flight in a business class. I fastened my seat belt as soon as I sat down. The air hostess brought me a juice, to which I politely said ”No”. I wondered, a nick of a second, What if I don’t like the juice? No that shouldn’t happen in a Business Class. I then found her distributing a towel, rolled beautifully and placed on a small plate. She left one beside me. I had no idea what to do with it. I turned my head around to see whether anyone was noticing me. I saw my fellow travelers wiping their faces and arms with their towels. I suddenly recollected a scene from a movie that I have watched back in the past where the hero fools the heroine who was traveling in flight for the first time.

The flight was about to take off and the Air Hostess collected the towel back from everyone. She came close to me and asked: ”Ma’am, are you done?” I smiled and said Yes!

The flight took off in a few minutes. I was waiting for the seat belt sign to go off. I knew that it was the signal for our mealtime. I am not a food lover and I usually don’t like to have anything on board. But now I wanted to try the food that the Business Class travelers have.

After a couple of minutes, the air hostess brought me a menu and I was to select from it. All the names in it were weird and new to me. I hesitantly asked her: ”Which one is Vegetarian among these?”. She pointed to a name and I seriously don’t remember the name. I then added a Cappuccino to it. The food arrived in a few minutes and I started having it. But, it wasn’t so delicious, coz I had my mother’s food in my head and it’s taste revolving around me. I then got ice cream for me and that was all. I was all free then.

I started gawking at my local fellow travelers. The man sitting next to me was peacefully on his own drink with a bowl of nuts with him. A woman, few seats ahead of me, was with her bottle. Some of the others were taking more than a meal. I really wondered do they put it beneath their seats or do they really finish it off. Masha Allah! They have a really good appetite.

I then reclined back into my seat and tried all of the buttons placed on my seat. I pressed each of them and my seats moved backward and forwards. I then suddenly stopped doing that, because I realized that people traveling in a Business Class are supposed to be behaving well. I frowned at the little kid in me and sat back in my seat.

I then settled to the book that I was carrying with me. It didn’t take long for the flight to land and we were at The Abu Dabi International Airport. I realized that my first ever travel in a Business Class was over. I was overwhelmed by the whole train of events. I grabbed my baggage and walked out of the flight.

I thank Etihad Airways, from the bottom of my heart for adding pages to the indelible moments of my life.

Stepping out of Mediocrity

Has it been too late that we have forgotten to be ourselves? Are we all pushing through hours that haven’t been ours’ at all? Have you stopped pursuing your hobbies? Have you ever wondered what do you really want from your own self?

Well! Let me tell you about my side. It has been long that I have settled into a mediocre state of life set by the indiscernible power that has subdued me and maybe a few of you. I have been wrapped up in my books, college, and home as many of us out in the city. The same pathway that just leads to a destination, that many in the crowd have traveled, have amused me in the past. But now, it took me to go through a whole train of events, to realize that they are just places wherein roadmaps have been set and that is not what I wanted from myself.

I wanted to read, know things, learn more, more than my books, and grow and keep growing until I create a new roadmap to a new destination. As the fixity of my purpose has gained my own attention, my dreams have winged its way to its pursuit.

I have been a bit motivated by a short movie by Disney, Piper. It trails through the fear of water of a baby bird and her overcoming of the fear after she sees a group of hermit crabs digging into the sand to find food deeper and keep from being buffeted by the tide. The bird survived and have started loving what she did.


There have been a lot of such chunks of inspiration that have propelled me out of my boundaries of fear of failure. And now, I fear not of failing but of regret that would, at the age of thirty, forty, fifty, seventy, cripple me down into a debilitating self.

Thank you for reading🧡