Everything
is good. Everything is convenient. And yet you move about with an unexplained
restlessness. The beauty, the convenience, the freshness of it all is just but
a big distraction and when you come home in the evening you are face to face
with your restlessness, feeling it all the time and yet unaware of it's
existence for you think that it is a part of you. And then find yourself idling
your time away on the internet thinking of places to go while the whole city
waits beyond your glass windows to be explored. And then while browsing the map
it suddenly hits you. Its a different shape, different surroundings, a
different country. And you are suddenly reminded of the video feeds on
the plane on your way here, which showed the route of your plane from India to
Singapore. It seemed so interesting then. It seems so horrifying now. The
distance was just a number then to be divided by airspeed to get the flight
time. Now, its a heavy truth sitting on your laptop screen shouting at you in
bold letters:4114
Kms. And suddenly you feel trapped, you feel alone. You
feel incredibly
stupid. They say the earliest Indians on this strange island were the
convicts sent out to serve their sentences here during the British Raj and you
cannot help sensing some kind of irony in that sentence. And the luxurious
apartment, the high rise buildings, the zeal of a developed nation, the
convenience and the ease and everything seems so futile. You suddenly find
yourself separated. You find yourself cut out from everything. The facebook
feeds, the emails, the phone calls are all but views that a prisoner gets from
his window of his world. He cannot live it. And neither can you. And though
blessed you may feel with technology, you see it failing everyday in front of
your eyes, with all its glamour. You talk, you skype and through that small
window of skype you feel at home, at peace. But however hard you may try to fit
in the small window open in your laptop, as soon as you shut its lid down
and you lie down on your cozy bed, you see the dark reality staring at you from
your window, laughing at you, mocking you and whispering in your ears: you fool.
