Sunday, 23 April 2017

The Age of Deletion

Email entered my life about twenty five years ago…  For those of you who are familiar with the computers of that era, we wrote our stuff on VT220 or VT320 terminals. The snazzier ones among them had black screens and amber/gold characters….  Nevertheless, most of the work was still done over phone, and emails were used to record the conversations, at best. Then came the GUI – or graphic user interface and the mouse, and our lives changed forever.

Over time, particularly in the last decade or so, mobile phones, internet and emails have invaded – (I was about to say improved, but will stick with “invaded”) – our lives, to point that it can be called pollution, or technically, e-pollution. As we keep moving “forward” with our civilization, banks, mobile phones, identity cards, email accounts, shopping preferences, brand preferences, dietary inclinations, and perhaps medical records will become inextricably linked like an unholy mass of spaghetti topped with some gooey sauce. One will need to find one’s way through that, putting to shame all the adventures of Tom Sawyer, Huckleberry Finn, Indiana Jones.

Now everybody and “everything” have begun to send emails or SMS. Auto-mailers, alert systems, “human-free” marketing campaigns, digital signatures, “green initiatives” eliminating paper, location-based services (LBS) on phones mean that one is bombarded throughout the day with some message or the other. Like persistent rain that refuses to intensify or go away…

Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Whatsapp only serve to add to the total confusion with messages, videos, links, and comments from the entire bunch of people you have come across in life, and would not necessarily prefer to be in daily contact, as also from people who are contacts’ contacts of the people in your contact list…. Like a bunch of trees in a forest that have all chosen to intertwine their branches. You can very well imagine what will happen to the forest floor.

The upshot is that you have to learn the art of deleting. I have followed a simple rule on emails for very many years : F-A-D, or File – Answer – Delete, on a daily basis for all my email accounts, both personal and office. Now that is spreading to my mobile as well.

As mobiles become smarter with larger storage capacities, the capacity to store any and everything has increased, while operational stability has not. Thus to keep the mobile in basic operational health, one will have to keep removing stuff on a daily basis. Of late I have been deleting about thirty videos and fifty-odd pictures along with countless messages, each day. And then Google automatically backs up your phone on the cloud – which means you need to go up there clean that space too !! Sometimes I wonder, why does one need to share a selfie ? We know how you look !!

If you switch off the Wi-Fi, there is no respite. They will be crouching like tigers in cyberspace, to flood your phone with an e-vengeance as soon as it is connected. Happens every morning and after every flight.

I have realised that we have reached THE AGE OF DELETION !!

We do need to read, or at least skim through before we hit the delete button. And it takes time !! We are beginning to spend the better part of our waking hours reading important / unimportant messages, baseless trivia, unwanted information on people’s vacations and daily chores, and then deleting them, or worse, forwarding them to others, to spread the clutter.

Of late I am averaging about two to three hours each day deleting messages from my multiple inboxes and mobile phone, and by the time I am done, there are some more lined up for the next day !! We need to build an app for that – one that will skim through the incoming avalanche, filter stuff according to my preferences, and automatically delete the rest.

What is happening ? As we get enmeshed in this digital world, the plethora of passwords, videos, pictures, messages – both genuine and contrived are becoming a burden on the average mind and memory. There is no time to “stand and stare”; no time to contemplate, no time to look within….

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From the dawn of civilization, we have lived in the “age of creation”.

Shakespeare wrote about thirty plays, one hundred and fifty-odd sonnets and some more poems in his lifetime. Wordsworth wrote more than three hundred and fifty. R.N. Tagore composed two thousand plus songs, seven dance-dramas, set up a university and became an institution by himself. Nazrul Islam composed about three thousand poems in a short span before an illness rendered him speechless and partially paralyzed.

I wonder if any of them would have been so prolific with their creations if they had to spend the better part of their days deleting stuff that they did not want in the first place….

No wonder we do not have great, original, contemporary thinkers….

Now that you have finished reading this, let’s go back to deleting stuff… I have started already !!

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Sunday, 2 April 2017

"D" in Discipline

A short story written by my son the other day....

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"D" in Discipline

Long ago, but not so very long ago, I was a kid.

"Discipline e abar D?", (Another "D" in discipline ?") my mother sighed every time. 
It was easy. All you had to do was stand as dumb as a dolmen, wait for people to share their piece of minds, a few crocodile tears and you'd be done with it.

"Discipline e abar D?"(Another "D" in discipline ?"), the lady sitting beside me sighed, admonishing her child. 
I looked up.

"Ei dada ke dekhecho? Kirom shanto?", (Look at him !! What a nice and quiet boy he is ?) she went on. 

The kid glanced at me. I glanced back. 
I tried saying something. I couldn't.
I smiled. I couldn't help it.

Maybe for the first time in his life, someone didn't have a problem with him getting a D in Discipline.
After a moment of silence, he smiled back.

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