Just imagine if you are forced to see the personification of the banes of technology 24×7 in front of you what your mental condition would be like. This is the worst feeling and you can get a clue of it from this that even while thinking and writing about it I’m feeling that my brain is going to blast any next second. The personification of bane of technology is right in front of my eyes even a slight glimpse of her foot, hand, leg and even finger makes me feel like killing myself.
How can a person spend whole day every hour, minute and second of her by watching one thing or the other on phone, that too not informational but melodramas and by stalking celebrities. The height can be imagined that exams are going on and still it has no effect on her capacity of consuming phone 24×7. I feel so helpless at this pathetic sight. How can a person can’t even spare out an hour for study during exams. It feels like there’s an ever perpetual dead statue in front of me to make me realise what technology has done to this world. I feel like throwing my phone when I see her. The only area of her life is the bed. There is nothing more.
What is the use of such technology which creates a simulation that technology bring countries together, whereas the truth is that it creates so many countries within a room which are not accessible to each other.
Don’t mind my pathetic drawing the roughness of this drawing delineates my mental condition, I’m too stressed out that I can’t even draw this properly. I feel like all my creativity is paralysed in the shadow of this PBT. I hope I’ll soon recover from this mental trauma and pen down something good for you.