Technology... is a queer thing. It brings you great gifts with one hand, and it stabs you in the back with the other.
Technology is supposed to make our lives easier, allowing us to do things more quickly and efficiently. But too often it seems to make things harder, leaving us with fifty-button remote controls.
Cell phones, mobile e-mail, and all the other cool and slick gadgets can cause massive losses in our creative output and overall productivity.
For transferring information efficiently, the Internet is excellent. For transacting emotionally sensitive or satisfying connections, it's not.We may feel we're connecting effectively with others via the Internet, but too much electronic-relating paradoxically engenders a sense of social isolation.When a friendor a family member is going through a rough time, nothing substitutes for in-person communication. A gentle smile or a heartfelt hug has far more power than the cleverest emoticon to lift another person's spirits.
What more to say , as my whole thoughts will be seen clearly in my creation, my poem " TECHNOLOGY "
Hua technology se pyar samjahu kaise .
Bhul Gaye Sab woh haatho se prem patra ( Love letter) likhna ,
Ab toh watsapp Aur "V"chat mein he hai jeena .
Apno se baat Karne ko toh fursat he nahi ,
Par candy crash ( game)ke liye samay ke kami nahi .
Naye daur ke nayi nayi khoje , kuch khamiya aur Bahut sari Mauje .
Ghar baithe baithe mobile Internet se Sab kaam karo,
Kamar dard Aur Gym ,Dieting par hazaro paise kurban karo .
Ek Aur jaha nayi taknekiya ( technology) hamare liye aaram le aayi hai ,
Wahi kahi yahi unnati rishto mein duriya bhi Jaga layi hai .
Pati ko FIFA 15 / Twitter se fursat nahi,
Biwi ko Face book chodta he nahi.
Bache Cartoon Network mein doobe hai
Aur Ghar ke bujurag akele kone mein pade hai.
Pati sochata hai patni badal gayi hai,
Patni ko Lagta hai kahi koi dusari toh nahi hai.
Maa Baap pachta rahe hai Kyon apna jeewan balidan kiya ,
Kyon nahi apne khushiyo par bhi dhyan diya .
Vishwas , dhiraj ( patience) bharosa Bahut peeche chooth Gaya ,
Kudhgarzi aakrosh Aur Ashanti se sabka Jeevan Bhar Gaya .
Kaha Gaye woh aagyakari bache Maa Baap ke charno mein jinka swarg tha,
Door kho Gaye woh rishte jiske liye Bharat ( INDIA ) prasith ( Famous ) tha.
Bheer mein hote hue bhi Sab aaj akele hai,
Apno ke hote hue bhi begane ( stranger) se jeete hai .
Ek Ghar mein ek duje se mahino na mil pate hai,
Paise Aur status ke liye apna sir khapate hai .
Nahi maloom unhe kya Sab kuch yahi dhara reh jayega ,
Jab is mitti mein ek din yeh shareer vileen ho jayega.
Aksar sochati rehti hu Kya Phir woh jamana aayega,
Jab rishte natto ko paiso se Jyada mana jayega.
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