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Stacked Machines


Machines are expected to work in a definite manner. Some programmed while others operated automatically with a push of a button. While still, some are dealt manually. A machine need not be a sophisticated, accumulated or assembled in a complex way. It can be as simple as churning grain from the straw or pumping water from a hand pump. Different types of machines are spread across the world in its own form and works in its defined capacity. They are meant to behave, obey in a particular manner if not, are stacked away never to be touched again. It is most often replaced if not repaired and there is no second chance nor looked into the crux of the problem to find solutions.

No one has that kind of time or patience in this fast paced, racing life. There is no time for such repair of thoughts ore revisits and introspect oneself, to make an inner change than waiting for others to change. It is expected of others to behave, follow and live in a particular manner. Yes, much needed in a civilised society or it can run berserk.

In this entire process of being like someone else, or staying to the expected standards of the society, in living the manner expected somewhere down the lane we have actually forgotten to live. We have stopped connecting inward in an attempt to connect with everything outside and the outwardly world. We have no time to sit and look at ourselves, feel what we actually feel or say what we want to say. We park our feelings, our thoughts and ourselves for some other day. This continues and repeats in an endless loop. In this continuous routine we slowly loose the human touch, the core of human behaviour and its values in its true sense. 

Things that once mattered take a back seat. Interests, aspirations, love, consciousness die a slow death. We don’t remain ourselves or belong to our own self and existence anymore. We are governed by someone else, live as per they want us to live and function as per their command or as programmed. Once, programmed we function exactly like it was expected to and has to. There is not stop or chance of failure. No second chance.

We are gradually turning into human-machines or being turned into Human-Machines and there is an attempt of turning machines with a human touch. This is a dangerous role play we are getting into. The day is not far when Human beings will turn themselves into complete machines only to be stacked aside one day if not used. We have already stopped using our brains and its functionalities are reducing and someday it will forget its actual use waiting for a command to function just like a machine that waits for a command to work.

This is known as the techno age, an age of advanced technology and apps. The world has shrunk to a click.  An age where machines are learning and humans have stopped intellectually advancing and forgotten to learn. Man created machines to make life easy, for efficient and effective use of time and effort but in this process of creation has not realised, he is progressing himself in becoming one among his own creations and turning into one. 

One fine day, maybe will wake up unable to differentiate between his creation and God’s creation and be stacked along with his creations in a pile of machines with no difference between the two. Stacked away and Untouched!

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