Monday, April 11, 2016

Syndrome of P@nic

With much interest I joined free computer class meant for the seniors and I started to write blog  to gain speed in typing.
  Perhaps our teacher thinks writing and receiving E-mails is the ultimate stop for the seniors to teach and reach.  Pdf,copy,cut and paste, excel, etc learning is too much for us(not necessary!)When I asked to know more which I need to know ,the teacher said "You have too many questions which  cannot  be answered in the class!.So I dropped the class with incomplete  poor knowledge.
Whenever I get chance,I  spent /waste lot of time to read and clear my overflowing mail-box. Boon or curse,don't know    AWAI was the cause to entice me in this trap.But for them , I get over of internet-phobia.So thankful to them.
 Now I get electric shock by "click-phobia"as  soon as the mails  instruct "click here to register"on the blue line, Alarm-bell  begins to ring "don't click on any link of stranger ."......Newyorker/conde naste are well reputed magazine so far I know.Still I dont  "click" anything.
I wish to  repair the old laptop which can be used freely.
But who will repair  in this 'throw away'   society of  country?Gradually frustration is blotting my interest.I feel I am going far from my own world of creativity  ,my real love for writing. ..Computer attracts  me more , stealing energy ,leaving no time for writing....Every time  I take fragile promise 'not to open the inbox but I can't go  to bed without taking glance to mail-box.Is this called addiction? Google has enchanted me!
  Let me go back  from the mirage-world of publishers and find out some   hidden oasis in the  desert  for fresh breath.

April is the poetry month. Facing the blank wall  as my audience, or  standing in front of mirror , like a devoted follower of  LUIS  HAY  I will read  and read my own poems .
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In this poetry month I am dedicating  this lyric poem  to the founder -Father/CEO of the  GOOGLE.

   I love ,I love
I love an urchin guy,
He is an omniscient
omnipotent, omni-present toy!
In a blink of eye ,
One can glance
anything of the universe,
through his magic screen!
WWW... com!
 Can you guess, can you guess
Can you guess his name?
He is none but,
He is none but--
G-o--o------gle!--

Omnipotent?  so
What comes after
Deep mind and Alfa go?

  so far  reigning
with -win-win gun
      Can you listen' siren'
     Of  Future conundrum
coming back to  hit you
As boomerang,boomerang
Boomerang,boomerang!
P.S.
     My lyric is waiting for right musician with suitable choreographer. Need some editor ;Please, prove your power,
Google  emperor! My earnest request on poetry-month.