Tuesday 20 January 2015

the paradox of our time in this modern world..



The impossiblity  of our time  in this cyber age,people are achieving higher education ,more degrees but  less civic sense, great knowledge yet fail to implement, more experts ,yet more perplexities.
high scholar doctors, different kinds of medicind where one can afford to buy yet different incurable new diseases, spent more expenses on drinks and smokes, offer too less to the needy ones, read too little and pray too seldom,
multiplied possessions but got less values, talk too much, give theory too much but love too seldom and detest too often.evryone got to learn how make a living but not a life, everyone got 24 hours  a day and 365 days a year to add to life but not life to 24 hours in a day and 365 days
in a year,.
Everyone has got different ways and options to reach to moon and come back but have great trouble and difficulties to cross few meters to meet our own blood related siblings, everyone tries to conquered outer space but not inner space.
           we expect others to forgive us but we donot learn how to forgive others,others
 care and love us,yet we do not care.
We got to do great things in life but not better things. We have cleaned house to dwell in and clean water to drink and clean environment to enjoy but polluted the soul.
   We write more but learn less.
everyone learnt to rush ,yet no space to learn how to wait and have patience.in this age, everyone go for two incomes and more wages, yet more troubles of insufficiency, beautiful and fancier houses, but broken homes with fights.
in this cyber age everythg happens with a seconds ,quick trips, one night stands, overweight bodies, one can talk to faraway relative through cellphone without even bothering to travel miles to reach there, got so many pills to fall asleep and to kill..
We forget to hold hands and cherish the one who is alive yet, someday we try to remember and cherish them in their absence.
This are all absurdity of this modern world.
To quote.’’life is not measure the number of breathe you take but by the moments that take our breathe away”.


























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