Monday Morning

Posted byMoushmi RadhanparaPosted inFor my always hungry stomach :-D, Ramblings of my mind.Tags:, , , ,

Beginning of the week and you already feel why did the Sunday go. So there we were the entire family thinking the same thing, even our guest that is my 14 year old cousin. My parents, my brother, our guest including me had made a small company for the delicious king size breakfast.

I was in no hurry; well they say I never am. I was busy gulping down my steaming coffee accompanied with delicious my-mother-made-waffles drizzled with chocolate syrup. I had just won a battle between eating waffles and frozen yogurt so there I was yet contemplating if I had made the right choice, of course the yogurt wouldn’t mind being eaten the next day.

My yummy thought process was shattered with the question, “What is the time?”

Before I could say anything my cousin spoke to my mother, “My phone is not working.”

My brother was the one informing and before anyone could say anything else my chattering cousin jumped up, “Who wears wrist watches these days? Ever since I know how to see the time it has been on cell phones.”

My brother just laughed it off but I couldn’t keep my sarcasm, “Wrist watches are not just an accessory, they are useful when your phone does not work and also it seems professional to wear one.”

And for the record he literally does not know how to look at the clock and tell the time. It is not his fault that he doesn’t know this but it is disturbing. He has never played in the garden, never known what it is to be all covered in mud and never known the other such trivial moments of the olden childhood.

So what is it? Is the technology taking over everything else? Have we forgotten to relish without them? Will future offices have a mini skirt and track pants for their dress code? Will we lose all the professionalism? Will we forget to write in pen and just remember to type?

I am not against laptops, western dresses or funky offices, rather it fascinates me too but this was just what I thought and had to share.

I know it was just a matter of ‘time’ and a ‘watch’ but this made me thinking and questioning myself. My mind just works that way and it overthinks most of the time.

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Published by Moushmi Radhanpara

A bilingual writer, Moushmi Radhanpara has authored three poetry collections so far, namely POSIES and 03:21 AM –An Ode to Rust & Restlessness, and Resignation of an Angel. She is also scribbling an unplanned rough draft of a story as a part of NANOWRIMO 2020 and hopes that something might come out of it. She has also co-authored two books, The Lockdown Stories and Mirage so far. Her poetries can be found on her blog https://aestheticmiradh.com/ and a few other online portals. She believes in the fact that a better reader makes a better writer. Reading a 100 books a year is her latest obsession. She can be found either drunk on coffee or hiding away from everything and admiring the gorgeous sun.

31 thoughts on “Monday Morning”

  3. with each generation something is lost as much as something is gained. many people do not know how to tell time with a clock that has hands or what it means to tell directions using the face of a clock. how can they ever understand a line from an action/war/spy movie when the actor says, “ive got your 6.”? progress? maybe. but are we not sacrificing something in return?
    now, hand over a few of those waffles! 😉

    and yes…it is monday already. 😦

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    1. I know. we are sacrificing so much in return of the “progress” that we are making and by the time we will realize we might as well have lost every single library and the kindle and e books would have made us their slaves. I cannot live to see that.
      PS: I am bad at sharing food.

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