17” Life.

I’ve reduced my world to 17”. The screen size of my computer. My window to the world of ceaseless liberty. My friends live inside it and I’m no exception. I meet my friends here. They’ve been thumbnailed to photo grids or more obscurely hiding inside tiny little green or red spheres. Inside my monitor, I share the space with them; even if not I share my heart! (At times male egoist’s stand by their words)

They are been constantly updated. They pop out, poke, proclaim, and publicize the privacy – their formal invitation to sneak in. Being a voyeur, I peep in every Tom’s and Tina’s space. Everyone speaks out, try to do the little mischief's what they can do, ignoring who were they yesterday. I could see lovely expressions and emotions ‘bill-boarded’ here, to which I can hardly close my eyes to.

Even if I’m alone, sitting inside my shabby-dingy room, I’m open to a screen world where my friends are waiting for me, to see my green sphere glow. Isn’t it a feel of high spirits? Whatever it may be, if I wish; I’m not alone anymore. There is someone to talk. Some faces to see, some thoughts to re-think, someone ready to receive my whack, smack or kisses virtually. Is there any better place available?

I’m happy inside my new world. My globe is box shaped and my map is square. Even though I miss my playground, my jogging track and the evening park blabs, I’m very much comfortable staring to the screen. Along with my friends inside, I make my life a big scrap, a colorful graffiti on the wall - painted against the gravity of life. I transcend to a human being worth no emotions.
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