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Date: When I stopped believing is sms
Title: SMS ME NOT

We live in an age where we mobile babies and sms buffs are booming and so this technology has lured many of us. It's common to see fingers racing on the phone keypad typing away message after message. And this hasnow become a habit or a obsession for many of us.

In the olden days we picked up the phone and called and spoke our message. We knew exactly what was said and what it meant. And today people don't want to make an effort to dial a number and utter a few words. It's easier to simply type a few sentences and press the send button and wait for something to appear on the screen again. What we don't realize is that the message typed has no tone, expression or feeling for the person on the other side to fathom. And that's how misunderstandings are born which leads to friction among one another. Sms is another language altogether and it is not necessary that the person on the other side will be to make sense of it.

You cannot foresee what the other person's frame of mind will be while reading the message. Also, by sending the message you are handing over a written proof that can be manipulated easily. So when you said “hey what's the matter?” while you only meant for it to be concerned or friendly query, it could be assumed as “What the hell is going on?” How many times have you fought with your friends simply because of an sms or shunned a smile from your hubby just because he sent a sms that hurt you?

The question is should we continue to use a technology that hampers our relationships or should we think twice before typing a simple “hi” to someone? Are the sms buddies turning into sms freaks? Sure, it's like riding a bike, when you are typing away at 150 kmp hour but what about the storm after that? Sms is the quickest medium to reach someone but it is also the easiest way to create ambiguities. And if we know that why do we still turn to sms for reaching your sister on fifth avenure frustrated in her hunt for a cab? Or the hubby who's burnt his midnight oil at work and you send a sms about how you put him off at dinner last night. Or when you have just failed your driving test and all of a sudden your hubby sends you a message, “You spent 500$ on a rug without asking me. Do you think money grows on trees?.” Damn it like do you need that at that point of time?

Sms might stand for “Seriously messed up service” in my dictionary. And now when you reach out for your phone, are you thinking who you are going to send the next message to? Well, let me tell you , while it might be cheaper and less time consuming without getting too involved but are you sure you want to do this? Sms is good for young lovers who want to spice up their courtship period or for that guy next door who wants to crack into the heart of his lady love or to pass some hilarious forwards among your social circle. And yes, it's the best thing when you want to exchange a few words with your brother millions of miles away whom you miss excessively. But as much as possible, try and pick up the phone and speak up and control your fingers from typing. Either you call someone or else don't speak anything at all. You have the cell phone in your hand to communicate clearly with someone on the other side so that they get the right message. Come off sms and give your phone and mind a rest. Stay "Mentally Safe" rather then "Seriously Mess up the Service"!

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