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Factory Reset: Erase All Data


We are what our phone is… or our phone is what we are?

This is for the fourth time within an hour it got hanged… the screen was freeze and buttons did not work…

Now like a baby… sitting in the waiting area of the service center… with a ticket in my hand… with name of the device as of a patient and description of disease selected from the option…

But when I look around there are dozens of people around me… the worst thing is their only source of killing the time is almost dead… or about to die…

Why? Came the question… why we have to use it…? What else comes the answer or another question? Really what else can we do?

We can’t say that we are been brought up that way… actually we brought up those habits or such situation upon us… where we are supposed to use it rather, we are getting drained by it…

So, what should we do… throw the phone away and then we will be free… not rather we will get into another bondage… of thinking about it… when we have it we will use it but when we don’t have it we will think of only being with it…

We don’t have to throw it away… keeping it with us is harmful then what actually do we have to do… use it…

Right now, we are not using anything… from our brain to our body to any of the gadgets that we have with us…

We go to our device because it calls us… with a a beep… then once we have done what wanted to do… we get hooked up by the web of notification which most of the time are not even worth anything…  

We have got everything… from trending to what is latest… to what is live around us… But we are least bother about the life around us…

Most of the things are just there, they are not even worth anything… the whole play is that of data… of information… Just because we have that information… we are on the brighter side…

We have to understand… that what impact a single thought can do in our life… therefore we must understand that what kind of thought a random content can create… better now than never to correct our feeds… our reels… by being aware about what’s for real…

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