Your hidden pseudo life!

An advertiser once posted an ad online, her next door neighbor who thought the job was advertized by a far away employer applied. When she came up to meet with the advertiser who was to interview her, she was so shell-shocked to see how so close to the job she was. Needless to say that the interview went awkward simply because up to that day, she had never been on good terms with her neighbor. She's been putting up impression of superiority and they've never exchange pleasantry as neighbors.We have had several jobs on our finger tips that we've lost because we were never connected. We did not lose opportunities because we did not qualify rather we lost because we overqualified in being distant. It is not that we have applied late but we have never appeared at all.

As I brood over our age, I realised that we have drifted away from not just a mere geographical source. But even from our divine source. My reflection brought me to the realisation of how much we live in an age of denial. We have drifted from home, from other people and our own selves. In my pondering, I see how we’ve shifted. Although we sing: “O Canada, we lean on God for thee” (2ce), it is only in our anthem. It is far from our heart. We tagged the Supreme Being on our money notes. We rejected Him in our hearts. We won’t retain God in our memory as we would have Him on our dollar bills. Yes! “in God we trust” but our values don't speak what our dollar note speaks.
Our hypocrisy made us reel in the pain of recession and nationally we would rather philosophize than come home to God.

Since we are now far in our hearts. And there is no heart to heart connection with others. We've become chained to a spot. We've become "guilty" prisoners of the web in our internet age. And like the Spiders’ web would catch and hold on to some moths and flies, we've been trapped in our browsing. The “browsing job” is our normal work where everyone goes as if employed but we just don’t get paid as we ought to. No one could see through our weaknesses to learn our authenticity. Yes! we poke, we tag, we advertise and sell. With our click of inorganic mouse, we see and share but behold our disconnectedness! Where we used to share some meals, some time and real friendships, we now share but links, some scripts, some java codes and programming languages. And in place of love language and peace songs, we share none.

Our societal disconnectedness is reflected in our attachment to our abstract chat room relationships where we are free to express ourselves to the utmost to strangers from another world. There we blindly date and take, opening up to the one on the other side of the screen rather than to the one on the other side of this world. Dissociated, we rejoice. In pseudo living we smile. Sapped in authenticity, sapped in strength, we cuddle our social networking world of pseudo connectivity on and on.