At the stroke of midnight hour...
Famous words from an inspiring speech. India celebrates another year of independence, and there's a lot on my mind.
Every year on this day, I introspect a little. What does this day really mean to me? The answer is weird. It means a lot - and yet, it somehow means so little. I feel patriotic, I feel inspired, I love the tri-colors fluttering everywhere, I've attended the flag hoisted ceremonies organized as far out as Philadelphia. Yet I come up with an empty feeling when I think about what I have done. For my country. At all.
The thoughts take me broader, farther. I think of the world. Of the crises and of the mess. And I re-call my favorite TV show of all time, one that - as it drew to a close - highlighted what it means to be human, not Indian or American or Middle-eastern, or anything else for that matter. What we can achieve as a species, and what we are destroying. Of political power, and corruption, racism and hatred and cold war.
Is this what we are really about? If so, I genuinely don't feel like being human on those occasions.
I could go on, but I think I want to focus on what needs to change, rather than what cannot be touched or controlled.
Over the last year, maybe a couple years, I started to find my call, and interestingly, it lies in technology (and food, but that'll kill my point right now). Over the last few years, I've witnessed, thought about and complained about changes in technology, the impact it's having on our day-to-day lives. I have some clear thoughts on what I think technology should be doing, which inturn defines what it shouldn't.
