a chronicle of amnesia 1

It’s a crazy time, sometimes I do not even understand the difference between playing farmville and going to a Gurgaon Mall…its all just display of unnecessary products…display them so innocently that as buying it not a reflection of greed rather a greater reflection of happiness. As if we can really buy happiness. May be we can…happiness will be a mirroring image of numbers of consumer goods. A friend of mine (his family includes his wife and a baby and a Labrador) bought a SUV because the Labrador does not fit into his smaller one. I possibly should be happy…but somehow I do not know how to react (hope animal rights activists wont be mad at me).

I am 38, during the globalisation started I was just 18. The world changed around me, the familiar words, visions disappear so quickly …its feels like a chronicle of amnesia. I saw my little peaceful home town on the bank of Ganges with old gothic buildings changed into a commercial concrete jungle within 10 years. We the uprooted generation moved around all over the country. None of us has a friend who is more than 10years old (10years!!…possibly I am exaggerating). New people , new places new life style even the concepts of life is new…with all new “normal”s.

Hope soon we will settle down…stop running so fast…will have a look around…will get some time to think (don’t think; go get!!)…and will stop buying whatever we see.