Read a fictional letter and enjoy. Time is money but life is precious. Caught by an enlightening conversation, I, Zarin bring a fictional letter on behalf of everyone.
Oh the parents,
Look at the moon. It’s shining there. Neither of us is wrong. When we first looked upto the sky, we thanked you before we knew our God. When you cuddled us so that we sleep well, we didn’t need the blanket.
The winter came. You adorned us with your sweaters and scarves. Then summer popped in and the schools taught us to make paper fans. The large trees gave shelters but you gave us houses to beat the wear & tear. The ceiling fans competed against the moody leaves but you never let us down. The thunderclouds were angry as they couldn’t find a place. So they jammed the roads and entered our brains. Then our minds became mingled yarns. We paid loads of attention to the thunders and made them so strong in such a way that the ceiling fans converted to air conditioners.
You taught the first A-B-C before the teachers started delivering their lectures. You bought the books and brought the stationery before us. We witnessed the sunshine and sunset under the blue sky with mountains, rivers & trees all around. We enjoyed the picnics and met new people, both good and bad. The bad tempted and the good prevented but we are children of Adam, as they say.
You bought the chocolates. It was both sweet & bitter. The chocolate could not harm us because you safeguarded us. You scolded us to study well. Some of us did and a few didn’t. Those who studied well, settled and got sealed. Some of them who studied well, tasted the chocolate secretly, some of them just passed by and a few passed away. The thunderclouds found a scope to fit in. An admixture of intelligence and emotional quotients started setting trends. The distinction of good & bad, right & wrong became a subjective and a not so hot topic.
The thunderclouds bought the eerie winds. The land-sea breeze was trapped. You bought the blankets as the thunder grew. We chased for the umbrellas. The rainbows appeared in the rainy season. We waited for the kinderjoy(chocolates) as kids and you showed us the rainbow, the first open air theatre of our lives. Such was the grandeur of Nature.
Then came the street plays. With no distinction (as thunderclouds already paved in) of the good & bad, we noted what was told, some right and a few left as open endings. Money became a topic of interest and so did we shift from plays to pure commercialisation. Information & entertainment couldn’t be two different units. It became infotainment. This gave the birth to content and a new trend was born. Turbulent clouds competed against the thunderclouds. Yet again, they united to give birth to the cyclones.
Eerie winds travelled clockwise & anticlockwise setting up red alerts in different parts of the world. Crimes peaked. The awareness forums brought more complicated programming of crime patrols. We started noticing more than usual. Decoding the programs were the objectives but the battery was low. Money came in and the cable tv saw a rise in the dish tv.
The cyclones of the streaming platforms recapitulated our balance charts and catered to the viewers with different realms of likeness. Being in public or private made no sense in the social media as the concerns were handled by the storms of the artificial intelligence except for the requirements of acceptance which were subjective. Our brains became toned in the AI world more than the natural wiring. Developers lamented and creators laughed. Nobody won and none lost. Such was the technological era.
You acquired the skills to decode and the AI was left behind. You learned the AI too and together we led to the rise of the cyclones. The alien covid jumped into the ocean of complications and developed more than usual. The thunder cyclones kept coming and so did we.
What’s the time now? Are we in the present or in the future?
the vibes 