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How is the internet fun on my phone? Well, like Olive’s English teacher from a very popular hollywood movie ” Easy A” said that kids in our generation have the constant need to update our status and information and tell what we’re doing to everyone. I’m not going to be all factual and state the statistics and data as to how the social media is an excellent marketing and promotions technique but go down to the very basics of its use and the people who use it the most – teenagers.

Almost every website you stumble upon, literally, has a mobile version to it. We’re always on the go, out generation, and we constantly need to be updated with information or just mindless chatter to complete our day. It’s our very own Tony Stark iron-man suit with logistics playing in front of our eyes, except that it doesn’t talk back and analyze things for us itself, atleast not for now.

The most widely used applications are probably the Facebook ” Check In”. This actually scans the vicinity you’re in for probable cafes or malls or even atms you might be in and allows you to map your position by uploading data to your profile. Moreover, you can also take a look at where your friend might have checked in earlier or still are. Excellent upgrade over that private investigator you might be planning to hire to check on your boyfriend’s loyalty.

Also, Twitter becomes more user friendly cause now you can actually tweet stuff like ” I just put on my shoe” and ” I just stepped out of my house” cause the Internet on your phone doesnt make you carry a laptop with you to let people know about inconsequential things that dont really matter.

It also turns out to be highly economical for our student budget because applications like WhatsApp and Viber actually let you text and call your contacts for free. These few don’t even skim the surface of the random things you can do with the internet on your cellular device. If you own a Blackberry, an iPhone or an Android your app galore just multiplies like the most viral bacteria. There are apps that range from incredelous, unimaginable to downright useless. From booking your tickets instantly to counting the number of ab crunches you can do in a minute, there is an entire civilization behind that device and even the most anti-social being on this planet starts socializing through the device.

Sitting in a lecture with an extremely formidable professor and he randomly picks on you to answer a question? Google beneath the desk.

Dragged to a party with your parents and everyone looks ancient or lame? Play temple run until dinner is served.

Stuck in a traffic jam on your way back home with a review due tomorrow? Ask one of your friends to email the presentation to you and revise it.

Don’t know where you are? Map it.

Don’t know what you’re going to do? Ask it.

Lost your phone? Well too bad, it’s the end of the world for you then, until you borrow your friend’s phone to locate the nearest phone dealer and get back on what we know, as the virtual map. And to be honest, that’s the only map that matters right now.

Oh, did I mention the WordPress App on my phone thats actually helping me write this and upload it right now? Yeah, writer’s imaginations are tricky, they hit you at the weirdest times, like the dentist’s appointment right now. Who knew root canals could turn out to be fun right? 🙂

Tips on how to really have fun at the most boring situations you could be put into is just a click away.

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Traveling. For me the word with the most meanings is not ‘set’ as defined by the Oxford dictionary but traveling. I can find no other word that defines so much of what I believe I’m here to do in this enormous expanse of space known as the world only made smaller by linking the extreme poles by abundant connectivity options. Connections that blend cultures, people, thoughts, emotions and ideas so beautifully that they synchronize into this one big travel culture. Traveling is an integral part of my thought process. I believe an individual impact can be made when you reach out to someone so different yet so similar to you in many ways. Same as writing. Knowing that you have the potential to connect with people and to think along the same lines all impacting to a big whole scenario. I have always put experiences over materialism. For me, when my dad asked me if I wanted to buy another TV, I chose traveling to some city instead. I’ve had so many wonderful inexplicable instances while traveling, I couldn’t choose otherwise. There’s no comparison of the exuberance of meeting new people and doing new things to that of a shiny new LCD. It’s on a whole new plane altogether. I could have no better ambition that to travel around and connect with people and soak all the culture in to make myself culturally diverse that’d help me truly define my identity because I could pick out the best out of everything. Sort of how you create a mix tape. One of the recent experiences where I met the most number of new people that changed my perspective and gave me another new fresh head start to life, which is what each traveling experience does to me, was my trip to Silvassa for a National Youth Leadership Development Seminar.

This is one of those topics where you can’t really tell or show or describe how you feel. The entire experience that you had can’t be wrapped up in 300 odd words and strung together to give someone the depth and perspective of the situation. It’s this insane happy crazy feeling that puts you on that high point in life, like you’re dangling upside down on a roller-coaster, your feet swaying wildly below you but you don’t care. You’re happy, you’re free and you fear nothing. You keep discovering these new feelings that rush in through the new people you meet. From instant friendship, to love, to belonging, to warmth and hatred.You want to wrap it all in a neat little box and keep it forever. You’re afraid to lose the memories. You’re afraid to miss any little detail out. You have the smells, the sights, every little feeling associated with those incidents etched firmly in your mind. You run over them again and again and they make you smile. Nostalgia. You want to tell people about it but you don’t want to fail yourself by not making them feel the same way and see through your vision. It’s very difficult to describe a feeling. You can think of a thousand ways to do that in your head but when you get down to writing or saying it you stop midway cause they wouldn’t understand, be interested, or even if they would they wouldn’t truly be able to feel and experience what you did in those days. The entire experience of spending a week of my life closeted in a resort in Silvassa with over 400 college kids from all across India clubbed in takes it to a whole new level. I had the chance to meet so many new, like-minded people my age, with one aim, to change the world. Brimming with ambition, so many inspiring stories to tell and listen to and get inspired from. It led to creation of a little fraternity among ourselves. We would be disconnected from the exterior world that now seemed mundane since all of us were encapsulated in our own little bubble brimming with ingenious ideas. The pretext of sharing a room with people from different cities you knew nothing about and the first time you saw them was when you entered your room and said hello that felt ridiculous soon developed into a pang of separation when you left, feeling that you’d been with them for as long as you could remember. Having inexplicable fun, creating such strong instant bonds that life without those people was instantly considered to be dull and alien. It seemed like all these people were scattered around the country and by some twist of fate were scooped up and fitted together neatly to form this whole new jigsaw that now made sense of their existence. A jigsaw that shows the big picture, of wanting to create a change, of how doing something is so important to certain people. Of how our actions are strongly guided by our ambitions and the constant hope that one day we’d all reach there. Maybe we’d fly on airplanes, or travel by trains or soar high on our imaginations. But we’d be there. 🙂

 

      I was not born for one corner.

    The whole world is my native land.

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