One day, I happened to
see a group of teenagers in our local club. Seeing one or two familiar faces, I
casually walked up to them to see what they were up to.
“Hi uncle!” said
familiar face. I hi..ed back and asked
him what was supposed to be going on.
“A get together,
uncle,” said another slightly familiar teen with a bored look, and promptly lost
interest in me.
One of the boys seemed to be hitched or
connected at the ear, head etc to many contraptions. I was alarmed as he
appeared totally motionless. “Is he er… breathing? “ I asked one of them.
“He is listening to
music, uncle!” answered one among them, in exasperation. The others looked at
me wonderingly as if I was an inmate just escaped from Jurassic park.
“You said it is a get
together!” I pointed out. “Yes it is, uncle, are you not seeing?”
What I was seeing was another teen, a girl,
typing something feverishly on her ‘smart’ phone. She was ‘what’s apping’, I
was coldly informed. A third one was chatting, another was chirping, all on
their respective smarties. The gathered friends seemed to be totally oblivious
of each other’s presence.
What was not happening-, as my Jurassic self
could observe was- any tete-a tete, or communication among those gathered.
Before I left, I saw
one poor young chap- looking lonely though in the middle of the group -armed
with an outdated button mobile and apparently waiting for the others to be done
with their activities.
Though it was none of
my business, I was nevertheless tempted to ask, “What are you doing, my boy?”
Before he could answer,
I said, “Oh I know! Get together.”
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