Information bombardment
I have a job very much similar to a paper delivery boy. Remember how former president Kalam was also a paper delivery boy to make a living and fund his education. I do the same *for a living after my education. Big difference.
My job has a fancier name Social Media Editor. Needless to say I’m not fond of it and I wish to see my career grow into something more meaningful.
The paper delivery boy would deliver his paper at your doorstep and his job was done. What you do with it afterwards was none of his concern. Whether you choose to consume your first dose of caffeine with it, whether read it to put you to sleep at night, or to remove excess oil from pakoras, or to store your rotis, to fan yourself in hot summers, to make paper cut outs for a scrap book of articles you love (like we do on Pocket) or basically anything.
The paper boy had absolutely no concern whatsoever and neither did the news company. It has a job to deliver news to you at a price and it used to continue doing so everyday. Yesterday’s paper becomes only valuable to the scrap dealer.
Today the modern paper delivery boy/girl will know exactly at what time you consumed a particular article from what location. We will deliver not ads but ads of our articles to your doorstep.
Imagine a paper delivery boy knocking at your door every time a new breaking story comes up. That is what the push notifications do on your phone. Need apps will now deliver news the second it breaks. Keeping you in constant touch with reality.
You really dont have the joy of leaving the paper down after your coffee breakfast and moving on about the day reflecting on what you read.
Neither can the paper delivery boy sleep in peace cause what if a news breaks out and I need to go and deliver it to the world!
Technology may have made the delivery boy’s work simpler but has taken away his simple life. And also that of everyone else.
You don’t really read news and reflect you read news and immediately read opinions and 'reactions' from Twitter. Like reading a book and just once you finish it you are bombarded with reviews before you can even have a moment of peace with the reflections you had from the book.
Or even a closer analogy would be working all day having no moments to actually swallow what I experience. But just before I am about to sleep I get an undying urge to write, something that I have been suppressing through the day because of the mechanical lifestyle provided by my job and abundance of information that I consume in a day.
Never stop reflecting people! It is what makes us humans!
